lost in a great big ol world, not knowing where to go. seems time won't slow for a moment to find a lil place called home. work, eat sleep n one or two other things n that's that. every day tends to be the exact turning of events of excitement lacked. as hanging on is not just a term spoken behind closed doors. there's things life hasn't been able to show to the heart wanting more. misplaced is the joy now a stagnant irritability of having to move forward without a special type of friend. when it's the walls listening to everything going on in between the panes. looking out windows not knowing in which direction happiness will occur. holding hostage the emotions waiting another chance to give worth. whispering damn way to often when no one else is ever around. missing the way it felt to free intent to play with the makings of luv found. a wrong turn was taken somewhere in the middle of losing focus and redefining what it'll take to live. with so many rules to havta decipher through just to allow self to tickle a rib. to ride the vibe so this drifting has a place it can slip into. finding a bit of comfort before the end comes to claim its take too soon. n yet the distance of not knowing the coordinates of the one thing that'll settle the nerves. the forgotten has become the issue stubbornness pretends to justify what cannot be heard. with nowhere to roam that fits the mood. memories aren't what they used to be when the sinking in is nothing like a groove. appearing to be as if an illusion set on repeat for reasons that make no sense. believing to lose again isn't an option is an excuse to never jump the fence. pickets aren't nothing but false dreams or is it just me fighting the void? trapped within meaningless echo's that mimic desperations that cannot be enjoyed...
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