Wherever it goes, I follow


It’s not my fault
That the stars fell on me
How can I be God’s gift to Man
When it’s made for another?
Yet,
Wherever it goes, I follow

This gift
could be the death of me
Or just a curse for someone else
I always know what I’m doing
One senses that which is shallow
Oh well, I guess
Wherever it goes, I follow

I feed it because
I don’t want it to die
Even when my mind tells me no
I smile at a mirror that sees me hollow
I can’t always keep it covered
Wherever it goes, I follow

Spewed joy could be venom
Depending on the recipient
I think I know what I am doing
Pushing back is not pulling out
Whatever is below me or on top of me
Will never have all of me
Wherever it goes, I will follow

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