Definition

I couldn't
Begin to
Reason
With the
Current
Situation
I crafted
An outcome
That could slowly
Rewind the clock
Enough for me
To make time
Enough for me
To take what's mine
Back
We had several different
Outliers
I was
One of them

There is
Very little room
For your
Animosity
It's an
Atrocity
I can accept
Very little
Room for
Error
Depending on your
Definition
How many years
Have come
And gone
All my
Ideas
Come in
Different
Color
Boxes



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Siby
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