Pathway
The wrong path.
No such thing,
When life is like a pathless wood
And you wander aimless,
Till you find your way.
I sit with my chin in hand
And contemplate how I’d love,
Love to get away for awhile
And leave Earth only to return,
And start over again.
A clean slate
Would be much appreciated.
But don’t get me wrong,
This place is just perfect for love.
It’s perfect to lie in late at night,
Waiting for calls that never come
And dreaming of being somewhere
Where you could be together at all times.
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