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I Know How

I know how I am
and care to confess;
I could be more than you
yet remain somehow less –

Though I ride the cresting waves
inside – outside of my control –
I fail at harnessing their power.

If I did take a hold of my soul
there’d be nothing I couldn’t
aspire to be.

Yet here I am;
stuck being me.

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