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New Year Confusion About Maturity
Somewhere I am not
As is my memory... not
If not there, then where?
When I was eighteen
Going to change the world
My world at least...
That hook went missing
Place is changed too, for good
As Time... slipped the knot.
We’ll see if I see
Acting out what has happened
Still to see, or saw.…
Different wholes…
Time only allowing me
To play minor parts.
Care I any more
To be ever more worthy?
For age has changed me.
Truths were more hidden
Eighteen should come much later
Was quick passage planned?
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Brian Rusch
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