Have thoughts,
like orphans
stranded at the forthcoming..
Have a heart
unusual for its
voice
Have a song
free
of its instruments
Have a wall
but first have
the will to demolish
Have a lap
of victory
just to be sure of your loss
Have a little
breathlessness,
all the time
Have an opinion
in matters of
life alone,
Have a little rage,
have a mirror it can't
look away from
Have a fight
to win yourself
a moment away..
Have relativity
to variaions
in noise too
Have a journey
marked not only,
by its ends
Have a morning
where you tell time by the hand
that pulls you to your feet
Have that thing
what they call,try to call..
never will be able to
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