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I often wonder What its like to Wake up Thinking about what’s next Loving that day That sun For shining on this face This face that will see All the things That that face will not I often wonder If who I am What I am Is because of who I was What I was Was I always what I am? I often wonder When I will stop this pattern Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt. Repeat. I can’t right now. I’m too busy working. Too busy to notice. That I just keep wondering. That the grass grew last night A little more than usual That you went to bed One minute earlier. That you parked on the street this time. I often wonder. What it means to be You.
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
Just Wondering...
I often wonder What its like to Wake up Thinking about what’s next Loving that day That sun For shining on this face This face that will see All the things That that face will not I often wonder If who I am What I am Is because of who I was What I was Was I always what I am? I often wonder When I will stop this pattern Work. Sleep. Neglect. Guilt. Repeat. I can’t right now. I’m too busy working. Too busy to notice. That I just keep wondering. That the grass grew last night A little more than usual That you went to bed One minute earlier. That you parked on the street this time. I often wonder. What it means to be You.
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susanne
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
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