Month: August 2020

I can trace back the memories 

Like a roadmap of my life 

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Each pit stop 

A part of my undoing 

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Each rest stop 

A natural high 

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You ask me not to look back 

At the hurt I have been caused 

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But each landmark 

Is a permanent placeholder 

For what I’ve loved and what I’ve lost 

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It is impossible for me to look at my life 

And erase the days I drove off the track

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 far in the future

 I’ll be able to settle down 

Relax  my legs 

And unpack 

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The collection mugs 

The silver spoons 

The pictures taken but never hung 

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Put my feet up 

From the race I ran 

But never won 

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I stare at my life 

Like a map 

Of the road trip 

I desperately wanted to take 

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With all the beautiful pit stops 

I never planned 

But don’t regret 

That I have made