I slipped on ice, it caught me unawares
and down I tripped, I hit my head on cold
cement. The sun still shone but I lay folded
on the ground, unconscious of the stares.
The cold was perfect, I alone could not
summon such calm. My mind was fast,
too quick for truth, just good for ideas rash.
The slip could save me from a mind too hot.
Emotions crwoded in on me, both love
and loss combined. In freedom I had found
them both, my tears within my smile. I pound
my chest, I laugh my pain, I reach above.
The ice, it slowed me down, it broke me up
and then I rose above my self-destruct.
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