That Time

tiny pieces of broken glass in grayscale photography

Photo by Lehel Mozgai 


That time you sat in the park watching the lavender sky at dawn is long gone

You said, “Everybody had to be, had to get somewhere…”

That time when you burned your house down with your own two hands

so busy advancing you lost what got you there…

You broke the glass ceiling but who really cares

Now everybody has nowhere to be and you are alone.

The love of a family the loyalty of a friend.

The road less traveled is somewhere you’ve never been.

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