The chapters change
From day to day
And the pages fly right by
The book i read
Turns to flame
Right before my eyes
I try to run
But i cant escape
From whats on the inside
The future is cazy
The past is hazy
But both are inside my mind
The twists and turns
I have made
Have taken me far from home
Shrouded by fear
I cannot look
So my past is left alone
The trail i left
Was swept away
By the flood that took my throne
Still in search
I try to find
What is left of my home
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
