Sunday, March 1, 2015

I had a change of mind and heart

and turned to go back home

with the way strewn with the rocks

and broken glass of the easy stupidity

of my casual mistakes

and me with my shoes stolen

while I slept off the drunk of my life

and determined to turn and go home

but the way seems longer than I thought it was

the soles of my heels cut and bleeding

and yet as long as the way may seem

its far as I'm bound to go...

will be swiftly covered and time will evaporate

in the slipstream of my passage....

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