Me
I smoke too much and I'm ridiculous...
Always looking for what's not there...
Seeking answers from the wind and trees...
Never satisfied with the air...
I stroll through my chaos...
Alone in my own head...
Embracing each nightmare...
Conversing with the dead...
I stand on life's shore...
Looking out at the endless sea...
Longing for all my yesterdays...
Always wishing I wasn't me...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015
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