At times
We are the ones stalling
We hear ourselves
Our fears wear cloaks
And we hang on to them like our shadows
And then we see ourselves standing
Blocking our exit
Staying in the wake
Yet stalling the way
And we know it's all about us
It's not you
Yes it's just stories
Tales from your past
Litanies you cling to
The very reason we all procrastinate
And Littlehead nodded in agreement
It's not you
Don't let your past determine your future...working the lines with patience...You are gold.and LH nodded in agreement.
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