train
ride
songs
past
skip
steps
wrong
direction
followed
plans
never
laid
kept
kept
running
walking
feet touch ground
footsteps tread over numbers
eyes above stars move
in motion music time seasons
plans rhythm skips
life turns on
track
tracks
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Hope - still
-
Hope is bloody-knuckled and bruised
From punching the wall in an attempt
To break it down.
Hope knows the only way through
Is through
And time heals
And...
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