Poems

Traveling mind

As day turns into night my mind begins to travel

The thoughts that in bark me tend to hunt me

I think of the past which I cannot change

I think of the future not of the endless possibilities

But of the endless failures that are sure to come

It all becomes an endless cycle

To which I’m the one to bare

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