Power is what I always planned to have,
but it slipped through my fingers, just like the rain slips away from clingy clouds,
a loud sigh fills the air,
and my eyes are dry but dismal.
Balance is something I never could master,
pursued but never caught,
I fall down as I walk, like a beautiful bomb,
chaos rains around my ankles,
and I can’t stand to stand and look at myself.
Love is how I’ll find both.
Over the hills and over the ocean,
with aching arms and an open heart,
you will be waiting.
Love will be waiting.
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