Wednesday, August 12, 2015

unsurety

in a foreign land

someone else's 
stomping ground

learning about
a past
i've never known

walking
and filming up
memories

trying to forget
what you did to me

you and i
were like breaths
apart

exhaling the end
of each other's
sentences

all i could see
in a horizon of
blue

was me and you

and now i'm in
a land full
of unknown accents

trying so hard
to live
the easy life

not promising
a future
not feeling
a past

just walking
ahead

step by step
out of the darkness

and into
the unsure light
of home

(roll)





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