To perform in the fashion
That I was able to
Back in the days
When I could just listen
Perhaps a simple dream
To make me happy
But it isn't happening
And I have tried
Spent more hours
On every little trial
For not but practice
To get things right
To cut off the advice
And be a good friend
As impossible as it seems
Especially for a man
I will not stop
I want to be the ear
That can listen
Without judgment
I want to be the shoulder
People come to relinquish their tears on
While staying dry
And I long to be reattached
So I can absorb the pain
Like a sponge
Instead of reflecting it
Like I am a mirror
Of despair
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