Growing Out Of Myself

© 2015 Mark Cote

poet doing time
among the complacent and sublime
staring out in wonder
how souls refuse to use their mind

Sunday girl smiling
through weeks of Monday she is filing
her Saturdays away
and she dances all the while

(bridge) what is is about you about me
                  why is it about what we believe
                  I'm no better than you
                  you're no better than me

(chorus) growing out of myself
                  and into tomorrow
                  yesterday only brought me
                  rain clouds and sorrow
                  growing out of myself
                  and into you
                  for you found a part of me
                  that I never knew
                  growing out of myself
                  a new today

shooting starlight
that she bends out of the night
for ones who care to see
have rose from those with new insight

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