I remember you.
You were there.
That day I met my school.
Watching me
Let me see that though life leads
Me up these stairs
To people with their seprate cares
Hidden snares and siren blares,
You'll always be
Watching me
Warm my face
and set me free.
Though things have changed
And life goes on
I've rearranged
and done great wrong
You're still shedding hope for me
If I'll just wake up and see.
Forget my job
Forget my aches
Forget my duty
Forget mistakes.
And stand
Right here.
With nothing else.
Just me
The sun
and my old self.














Comments
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"Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control."
- Don Marquis
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That's the thing about existentialism. The more you think about it, the less real it seems.
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"Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control."
- Don Marquis
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