So And So

I have reached for the moon and touched it
held the fury of suns in my palms
that were bruised and scarred and blistered
I have lost and I've fought and I've won.


And which
you were probably
dying to see, but I hid in the sock by your bed.
My mind wanders and trails empty crossroads


Forgive me.


They were better but I won instead.



so and so .