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I am overcome with a sense of dread An honest feeling I have never felt It lingers and it strays But it always comes to me In a moment of clarity I grabbed it To set it free If I weren’t so caught in the act Of thinking what I should do next I might have lived differently I might have sounded out a spontaneous Yes To the question of taking leaps Swimming in the seas Where no feelings had to be hurt To be seen I could’ve been an addict Or a Michelin chef I could have fallen for sporadics Been a sycophant for antics But remembering fake days Is what I live for now Not as sad as it seems I just wish I had followed A better dream
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Coulda, woulda, shoulda
I am overcome with a sense of dread An honest feeling I have never felt It lingers and it strays But it always comes to me In a moment of clarity I grabbed it To set it free If I weren’t so caught in the act Of thinking what I should do next I might have lived differently I might have sounded out a spontaneous Yes To the question of taking leaps Swimming in the seas Where no feelings had to be hurt To be seen I could’ve been an addict Or a Michelin chef I could have fallen for sporadics Been a sycophant for antics But remembering fake days Is what I live for now Not as sad as it seems I just wish I had followed A better dream
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
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