Poetry: Over


I am
I am over
none of everything
I don’t doubt,
I want to sing
but no notes come out
melancholy blues
give way to hues
on the lowest spectrum
we can fathom
with the human eye.
I am not everything
but I am also everyone
honest lies
and bad decisions,
good mistakes
and no revision.


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