Visions of reality

Random thoughts run through my head

Wonder sometimes if Ive lost the thread

Looking in the mirror with growing dread


Clearly envisioning what needs to be done

Know for certain that I can’t up and run

Grasping on to what I can that is fun


Dancing lightly with twirls and twists

While my hands bunch into fists

Remember days when I was kissed


Shame for all the lies Ive told

Turning back because I cant be bold

Nothing left, no one to hold


Running far and running fast

Hearing again the echo’s from the past

Knowing that I will make it at last



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