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"At The Rate I'm Going..."

I can see the irony, from way up on the balcony. It's right next to you. What I'd give to stop the clocks, turn them back, replace the thoughts that remain in the air we breathe. (Each night, I stand alone outside and wonder where I'll go. At the rate I'm going... I ask the moon that hangs above me and he sits expressionless. I could care less...) I'm floating out my window. As the night winds down, I collect myself from inside out. Maps and globes can take me to the places that i used to know, but my train of thought has derailed.

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