Oh, I used to lose my keys a lot
And had to wait in front of the door,
Alone with my ambivalent thoughts.
I wanted to wait for someone to come,
But it was better to wander around
Instead of sitting and getting lost
In voices that crossed through my mind.
That day, it weren't my keys that I found.
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The Great Escape From Myself
PoetryI play with words and put them together to express things that I would rather not think about
