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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