
Glue she never knew
She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be
Z

Glue she never knew
She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be
Z

Puddle of Gold
Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received
Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet
Z
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