Bound
A little way out of ways
Somehow, some whence be found
With words too little to say
Of rules... I know not bound
A once before to never be after
Remembering to be when never I were
Of all I let be become but laughter
Simply... for life is never sure
Did I let go enough?
Perhaps... if not too much
In respond did I laugh?
And simply myself I’m to touch
Lost and found at the same time
I am never to know
Some self with time left behind
Did oneself took its tole?
Were it out of ways?
Beyond it be bound...
Words too little to say
Am I found...?
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