Boundless
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe it was already done,
even before the fight.
Either way; It’s all I think about at night...
Maybe I’d been wrong before-
In all that hadn’t been shed by light.
Maybe I was too caught up in detail-
too contemplated on the fight.
Filling the void.
I was no longer me-
When I’d been so destroyed.
Decaying moral standard-
Reasons not yet provoked;
Moments not yet confronted-
Nor feelings evoked.
Spending countless moments-
in attempt to fix what wasn't broken.
Just so that I could forget,
which words been spoken.
Boundless-
my wings then opened;
Twas the path I’d chosen.
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