It's hard not to be continually thinking of yourself
Carrying this body around when the voices
Keep saying your selfish when some of those voices
Don't seem to have your own best interests in mind
Like standing in the middle of a stadium
With thousands of languages coming at you
Trying to tell you what to do
All of which you have to blot out
Until you can only hear your own
Poor heart beating calmly
Having overcome your fear
Of being who and how you are
Enough not enough
A bird that comes and goes
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