Return
I sort through the shit
in my mind before I quit
and say that's it.
No more, I'm done, over run
with ideas and hopes I have
for someone
waiting through the days
through the glaze lost in
the maze return to the end
which happens to be where
we begin and then I start it
over again trying not to get
lost at all cost if I can find
my way things could be okay and
you would stay where now we part
waiting for another day where you
will meet me and return the smile
to my heart.
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