Remembering
We are surrounded by white walls, now,
and empty wood...
A late start, and I feel llike I've been playing 'catch-up' ever since;
Rushing, head-long, into the wrong way sign...
My 'self' began to fade
the moment I said, "I'm not ready"
but took the offer anyway.
Now
It's May Day morning...
and two years later,
where am I?
And why is that always the question,
I have to ask
when one chapter ends, and another begins?
How did I lose my way this far?
When did I become so careful?
When did laughter become such a foreign companion?
And what did it ever really have to do with you?
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