Progress

It's never too late if we can progress
It's hard to relate if I don't first confess
Wanting to keep only left me with less
Trying to compete is a losing contest
Lying on a seashore in a state of undress
When no longer myself could I even impress
I asked for two choices when given a test
Went with the truth, it wasn't a guess
Now there is a flock in my Phoenix nest

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