2-18

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where are my thoughts that i can explain

this feeling inside neither pleasure nor pain

so many miles still i haven’t moved on

i remember so much that i never feel gone

but i am forgotten, i must keep in mind

the lives i left have left me behind

there is no great sadness, cause it wasn’t to be

they were never supposed to matter to me

i guess i slipped up, i guess it’s a sin

my desparate craving to be back there again

resting my mind in the hands of the clock

assuming my someday i’ll be back on the block

but i will not change from this image of shame

and they may not even remember my name.