I am no better then any of you
My feelings are small and petty too
So why am am I trailing behind
No victories to show of the familial kind.
This limbo of mine a result of thine
An unwillingness unknown
No resolution to find.
My heart strains
My resolve weins
A test
This test
Proofs hard to define
The equation unsolved
Till you make up your mind.
Must I stop serving the ball?
Is that what you divine?
An empty court, no volley to reply?
Partnerless.
Is that it?
Partnerless.
Is that your wish?
Partnerless.
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