Gone somehow
I'm here
A world I did not choose
I don't even know the purpose
So when you come to know who you can trust, you may already be in harms way or to emotionally drained. With eyes looking up or cast down, depending on fate you did not know.
Like a scattered puzzle waiting for a perfect fit, not knowing that it might mot stick and or you stay stuck in a muck.
Maybe a bit to late for a change because the picture is already created.
It could be so simple if you knew you had wings that could take you there and there and be gone.
Gone is done and done is not good enough for this place. So you stay and linger till your hold is gone.
So sway away
gone will takes its place.
Feeling
denied because there was no plot, so gone I certainly am.
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