My presence leaves a trail
The flat patch on my lawn
Shadows cast
My children laugh
The stains I bled that never cleaned
Ownership is powerful
My ego is a puppy
Crawling under shopping carts
Fooling kind strangers with those eyes
But the truth is
Shes comfortable
Like a junkie with options
And I see through her tears
Change is forboding and
Most run for the hills
Hiding in the past
That wraps rocks around their limbs
And drags them down fast
And keeps them prisoners
Shopping carts lost in the wild
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