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Tracks

I cross my path at dawn

and see my feet go on

just tracks of cats

and tracks of me

a time elasped

seen unity

I'm not a cat

don't wanna be

but wish I knew

just who had made

those tracks

a worrier a wanderer

a warrior a ponderer

a hurrier a squanderer

or a freak inside

a dream

tracks tell no lies

all alibis

but the tracks I see

say I wander free

tho I wonder

will I ever be

my burning brain

is going dim

the tracks just feign

how sure I am

but that's okay

the cats would splain

the tracks say

where you been

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Published: Nov 6, 2013
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