08 June 2011


A little bit lately
and a little bit soon,
I'll be walking by my lonesome,
on my way to you.

It's too much for me now,
to think on what used to be,
As the corners keep coming,
Questions keep leaping in and out
of my mind.

All the past possibilities
that haunt me now and then
live forever in my mind
and never let me know when
I may be free.

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