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Great Kate and the lending of perspective


I'm at the end, looking for the beginning. Know what I mean?

Here again, at the end
Before the beginning
So the salt will spill again
Throw it over your shoulder

Oh it's in tomorrow
Fortune or sorrow
Wait you may win
I don't mean to show
That I know how this goes
Before we begin again

You may hide on one side
And me on the other
You may speak but wait for me
Should my sentence faulter

Oh it's in tomorrow
Fortune or sorrow
Wait you may win
But now it feels empty
There's no need in guessing
Before we begin again

So here we are again
Back to the beginning
So the salt will spill again
Throw it over your shoulder

Oh it's in tomorrow
Fortune or sorrow
Wait you may win
I don't need to show
That I know how this goes
Before we begin again


Is the real dilemma that I am really beginning to have a tack on my life, and that means I have so much more to lose? I'm so use to feeling as though I have nothing that I am at home there. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.

There are so many things in my life that are in focus for the first time.

I think I might be scared of being happy.