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State of Fate

Through the faded door of never mind. Pacing the floor to find another kind. A lost cause of rewind, behind, what I can't find. It's never time, the schedule changed, nothing aligned. The what if's stayed where no one looked. One little taste and then you're hooked. The pot was boiling but nothing cooked. Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked. You walk the aisles browsing the styles. You check out, again, love beguiles. Left in a daze from her gentle wiles. Wondering if love ever reconciles. The past caught up too late to matter. There's no one left pitching the batter. The game's been canceled on account of chatter. The rules only count for the mad hatter. I'm going home where no one lives. I do what I want, no one forgives. As the meaning wanes with derivitives. And the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves. The past is still calling, the present's stalling. Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling. Till love come's again to find you falling. And chances of hope just end up appalling.

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Date: 9/13/2020 10:15:00 AM
Leslie, Just true to self. Will the leaks never cease. -Richard
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Date: 7/18/2020 7:44:00 PM
Thank for commenting. :/
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