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Poem #29 – Next Time. Maybe.

Is there a pill tougher, than that of time?
Swallow or not, it marches on
Caring not for thoughts of apathy
So don’t waste a life, wondering on
Places you’d see, or people you’d rather be
People won’t stand aside, and welcome you to
The dreams you lock up for none to see

For i see a blank canvas, without a story to share
Shutting out undeserving company
They don’t know your dreams, you don’t care for theirs
They only remind you, of you
So, to another day spent staring, at these four walls
As blank as the canvas, you call your life

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