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7 - 29 - 02
9:22am
Seeing things through is seldom the way-
another you could be another day.
As if lining up all in some row-
to parade through my life, I grow tired of this show.
It's not as if for me there has been no want-
the best at this game seem to be the nonchalant.
They all walk from me in separate directions-
never from that moment to have the same connections.
Broken ties, and all of those teary eyes-
followed by the problems that always arise.
Details may blend, but the truth will never bend-
the barrier I now press, I will one day transcend.
Time is of no bother, it is this pattern merely-
difficult to look past, am I ever seeing clearly?
So who will it be, will there be a next-
thinking like this just causes me to be vexed.
Just like an old friend in town passing through-
so quickly out the door, and I barely got to know you.