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Material things don’t matter to me.
I can’t take them with me
so I don’t really care.

I am a bit of coal
tumbled through time.
Hard knocks and
difficult experiences
uncovering the future diamond.

Mirrors and the people who populate
my world are my mirrors
reflecting who I am.
Inadequacies and insecurities.
Solitude and celebrations.
Everything removing another
layer of grime showing the
shining person I will become.

Singing and writing releases
my dark thoughts.
I tread the path to self realisation
looking forward to seeing what is
beyond the next bend in the road.

At the end when there is no more me
i will become so light with my songs
and my poems I will become a star
not on stage but in the heavens.

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