Tuesday, September 8, 2009

where the wild things are, where the sidewalk goes on

it has been a while
i've returned
but
it's as if my mind was elsewhere

where i was
is where i want to be

where i am now
i am coming to dread

if ever i get a to leave
i know where to run to

there is this place i know
where i've been


















how do
i
fly away home

when i have found a place i want to call home
but
a place that i am not ready to sacrifice for


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