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Sifting through the broken glass

The echos of my ancient past came flooding into every pore

like scatted seeds of sycamore

Suddenly I started wondering how I got here

Was it a matter of timing?

Catholic school, my private hell

I stuttered till the age of twelve

Discovered sex at seventeen and soon thereafter; self esteem

The days did not matter and years were a lifetime away

Drowning in a heavy stock

of teenage girls and indie rock

I flunked out of each college course

and set my sails for no remorse

The nights worked for nowhere (?)

and that's where I wanted to be, someone said

It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing

Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

Branding, marked and paper thin

This angry saint went marching in

To war with scores of (?)

found nothing but the ugly truth

A decade of wastage and instinct and everything's changed

Woke up feeling 35

grateful that I'm still alive

another chance at normal seed

a chase the dream but now it seems

The days run away like wild horses over the hill

Someone said

It's not a matter of time, it's a matter of timing

Do you ever wonder how you got to here?

???

Hold on while you can