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Sifting through the broken glass
The echos of my ancient past came flooding into every pore
like scatted seeds of sycamore
Suddenly I started wondering how I got here
Was it a matter of timing?
Catholic school, my private hell
I stuttered till the age of twelve
Discovered sex at seventeen and soon thereafter; self esteem
The days did not matter and years were a lifetime away
Drowning in a heavy stock
of teenage girls and indie rock
I flunked out of each college course
and set my sails for no remorse
The nights worked for nowhere (?)
and that's where I wanted to be, someone said
It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
Branding, marked and paper thin
This angry saint went marching in
To war with scores of (?)
found nothing but the ugly truth
A decade of wastage and instinct and everything's changed
Woke up feeling 35
grateful that I'm still alive
another chance at normal seed
a chase the dream but now it seems
The days run away like wild horses over the hill
Someone said
It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing
Do you ever wonder how you got to here?
???
Hold on while you can