Cycle
Hidden in my cupboard is the skeleton of my past.
He's not invited, he never was.
He's Isolated and avoided, best to be forgotten
It's safer for all.
Now I'm a clone, well rounded and presentable
Someone to take home.
Blood and bones , no more blood and bones
Though he's not gone
Just sleeping, waiting
Waiting for a chance to return
Though we don't miss you
No desire to meet you
Good riddance, goodbye
Don't unlock the door
In control now, I'm at the wheel, safe and secure it's a dream
Beautiful views around every bend serenity never to end
I struggle with the changes still, like an alien it's surreal
Comfort in discomfort, so strange but real
not sure I deserve this I'm a mouse upon a wheel
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