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My mind has been racing
But at a steady pace
Almost as if we are shooting
for our best possible time
in the yearly gym class mile run
Maybe if I finish first
The class will shout my name in celebration

My heart
It is in pieces
All scattered along the shore
On this island of a body
So lonesome at sea
Fighting off the waves
praying for someone
to venture to these shores
and stumble upon the
fractured parts of me

I've wandered for years now
All through neon streets
and past rainy day storefronts
For a warm bed and a hot meal
Something to fill my gut
As the sirens howl down
interstates and byways
I remain wandering on the shoulder
Thumb out hoping to
be taken by some strange angel
To a paradise of a place