I start from scratch
all over again.
erase the board.
shuffle the deck.
the baggage and drama
is everywhere.
you can't escape it.
everyone wants you to be
who you aren't
and never will be.
it's not enough.
it never is. nothing is
ever perfect.
nothing is quite they way
they want
things to be.
reboot. reset. sigh.
and go
once more. take the high
road,
the low road is too crowded.
you've been here before,
so many times.
too many to count.
saddle up, giddy up, here
we go again.
it's not dark yet,
but it's getting there.
Thursday, September 5, 2019
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