It was always simple

It was always simple, not hidden hard
You’ve been played at a game called remembering your name
And you stuffed it up

Steer, Missy Higgins

I’ve spent my life
running at a wall.
Now I open my eyes,
see the door, the open door,
one metre to the left
of my body’s bloody imprint,
and weep for
my poor, brave, stupid self.
It was always simple.

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