On the Road Again

That little empty piece that echoes in the cornerIs screaming like a siren...again.Not enough time to steel againstThen again, is there such thing?Life in absentia was never intendedReality and intent rarely coincideWords spoken, yet seldom understoodFour days seems a lifetimeAs history repeatsMore notice, give more, take moreRealization and guiltThe pressure builds involuntarilyHeavy shoulders, broken backsAnd a forced hand
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