CHOICES OF ME

The dreams of me chased the years

from my paths.

Directions wrong turned.

The failing of doors to open.

Places I should have risen in,

claiming the rights of me,

applauding with hands upon

my arrival.

 

Lights left on. Messages unanswered.

Towns without names or faces

familiar.

The roads I know have beaten

their tar into me.

 

Choices have taken the best of me.

 

 

 

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