so it’s an hour
later than he planned
quite a spread
all these books
filled with
thoughts
and he thought
it would make sense
by now he
stands empty
travelling a separate
path
and it runs
parallel
another random
sunset
no kind of life
to speak of
sadness comes
in waves
knowing that
someone’s rocking the boat
a ship to some
one with purpose
to those who
rock it just a boat
in their way
back from where
he has been
down before
all this could
drown him daily
struggle to
keep head up
above the clouds
that no one realizes
how much
everything affects him…
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