Deja Vu I feel my love slipping like cat string, Moment to moment I remind myself The rope is not being held; But I keep looking for my mind, Searching the ground. Sip my stained brown cup but I'm still tired, too tired to find my eyes, I just think. They say this feeling I get, Is just a momentary lapse in the brain. How? After tainting this earhty relic with my grease soaked, french fry fingers? It just makes me tired. Raging the stolen skies stained blue and puffy white, with my fire. Why is this not strange to me? I was burned by my adolescent friends, Where could I have gone? If you take Bob Dylan, and the wind, The question blows on..
Reason for writing:
I have been here before
Birth sign: Capricorn
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