a shot of confidence
is what i need
just one vein-full of self-trust
then i could handle the news
handle the rest
find some genuine gravel
and fill the pothole inside my soul
that jars me awake
each time my wheels hit it
i want to see the colour in something
the good, the fun, the innocent
but how do you see innocence
when looking through eyes of guilt
when a rods and cones, are built for guilt
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