slowly everything starts
to take a different shape
who knew
people I wish would stick around
keep leaving and reappearing
every so often whatever that means
them and I still frequent
some of the same old places
the day becomes filled with new faces
ready for the new book
will they laugh at an attempt at success
by the regular guy with regular thoughts
regularly written so much so
my hand hurts as the mind pushes it along
these smooth pages never really
knowing what’ll come out next
in line for that wish upon stars
they are there even though the rain
kept their light blurry visionary
seeing into the future
but details run down the window
until tomorrow actually arrives…
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