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


The roads I know have beaten

their tar into me.


Choices have taken the best of me.




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