We're Not Orphans
   ------Gatsby's American Dream

prosthetic hands,
sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this.
Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting?

Stop breathing.
Stop breathing.

It's not the same,
it's not the same,
'cause I was just a kid, dad--Ohho-ohho...

It does not do to dwell on dreams.
Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go.
(When you chase the ghost of things that could have been,
like a father who was never there.)
The ghosts of things that could have been,
like the father who was never there at all,
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at all.

(I was a boy
now I'm a plane,
but I can't keep this holding pattern anymore.)