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 distance...as 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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