Clear my heart
As a shooting star
Clears the sky on a cold winter’s night:
It’s not so menial as you might think,
Not so trite or redundant as perception might indicate:
I can’t escape it, it’s here
It’s part of me,
It’s who I am, who I’ll be, both what I want and what I hate,
So please clear my heart:
For the clouds of a worried soul
Block out the masterpiece of a broken life.
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