it seemed to make sense
but it wasn't really so far
the reasoning was convincing enough
the chatter of maps unfolding in the wind
drowned by the fear of hindsight
demands undemanding momentarily pushed in
all in but who cares
the stares are worth the smiles
clouded by fate
fulfilling the facenessness
the comfort of forgetfulness
a blessing of youth
a habit broken by paychecks
one day soon enough
muscles will gather dust
until the rolling stops in sand
until then when i feel it again
i will continue to
moondance my way to morn
where i will mourn for
someone more?
posted by fillshe @ 9:31 PM
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