Rocket Fuel

​It’s like a rocket on fuel, myself I mean

But what am I sometimes?

Moving forward, dust in the wind

Pussy 

Willows growing

Pussy, I am
I stopped trying and actually did

Make a difference

Progressed

But they made me regress

In age

In effort
And I’m back two steps

And one cliff forward

And someone told me 

Not to write things off, but in

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