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Long Lost.

September 29, 2010

These streets could lead to anywhere

There are road signs down everywhere;

And the remnants of the storm lead to where it begins

Hazy memories of the past and long forgotten sins.

A passing phase, a long lost trend.

Where does memory begin and nostalgia end?

A laughter shared not long ago.

A smile from someone I no longer know.

Don’t look back in anger, but not everything’s not perfect as it seemed.

Did you realize that your past was not as you dreamed?

You grip tightly as your memory fades.

But you’re slipping; wasting your life away,

On old trends, lost friends and everything you’ve ever loved.

These roads are filled with bumps and holes

Reminders of unrealized dreams and forgotten souls;

and all those you left behind, you never cared.

And all those you despise for not being around when you need them there.

A fast-paced life, a forgotten strife

When did you forget yourself?

A hatred shared not long ago,

A smile from someone I wish I didn’t know.

Don’t look back in anger, but not everything’s not perfect as it seemed.

Did you realize that your past was not as you dreamed?

You grip tightly as your memory fades.

But you’re slipping; wasting your life away,

On old friends, dead ends and everything you’ve ever RUINED.

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