The paths that have been chosen.
As time just glides on by.
Decisions never spoken.
That mold and shape our lives.
To think what can and should be.
Expecting things that seem,
As though they can't be broken.
Can hurt, destroy the dream.
Go forth to keep on wondering as time never reveals what can and will be broken as one can only dream.
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Confessions of an Entangled Mind
PoetryCountless days and sleepless nights can't sleep, can't dream, can't rest, nothing left but to write.
