I’ve been here before,
And not knowing what lures me back,
I know I’ll be here again.
So while I shatter the present
With shards of the past,
I’ll make no notes,
I’ll leave no maps
Because, if I fail again,
Like I’m bound to do,
I want to crumble back into the place,
Where all of this feels new.
I’ll make the same mistakes,
Because they seem like the right decisions,
Then blame myself for getting it wrong,
Ignoring the vicious cycle.
I’ve been here before,
And not knowing what lures me back,
I know I’ll be here again…
Friday, June 15, 2007
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