Back, back, back, I remember back when things were straight,
straight back with the spider as a girl and a shadow for a sunshine
See then, that was back when prospects were dim and things muddled;
not that they're terribly more clear so much but
you know
I like to think so
Potential ever pushing onward, it's no longer a question of why not but how
how terribly, bleedingly-hearted optimistic
idiocy, but that's okay
circumstance and drive replace deprecation and despair sometimes
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