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May 2012
The sun sinks down below the horizon
     What am I doing with my life?
Another day passes and turns to night
     Why am I here?
The moon rises bright and full
     Is this all that there is?
Stars are shining beneath the clouds
     How did I get to this place?
The streets are getting quieter
     Where did I go wrong?
People going to sleep and others waking up
     Am I really crazy?
Owls hoot and raccoon scratch
     *Who am I?
©Dustyn Smith

A personal poem about what happens and what I think about pretty much every night.
Dustyn Smith
Written by
Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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