• a poem: i’ve been sore for one full week and happiness is just out of my reach i find direction then the winds alter, and my map it goes a flyin’ like my mind when i lose sight of what’s right i’ve been tired for one full month there is no you to want so i have no meaning on this calm night i search with no thoughts of seizure for there is nothing here of value now, i’ve looked and declared i’m sure Next year is suppose to be my year the year i break out, live, become, forget about here, forget about now Next year might be great, but what about what i have here i wish i could meet you, the you i don’t know, hell i’d bow until the inevitable inevitably never happens i will continue to wish and want, wait and watch, and never stop loving the chase that is finding out that tomorrow won’t be any different from today unless we live today with sincere hopes of a better tomorrow

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