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I'd describe to you images
but you'd never see them the way I do-

The pathway, so dirty and alone,
with a slow moving fog on the right
and a tumultuous eclipse
lurking in the sinister shadows.

I can't outrun my future
and I am sad from trying.

Do I stay on this forgotten trail,
forever waiting for tomorrow?

Or run screaming into the mist,
knowing my inner calm lies?
(in the wetness on her skin)

There is no comfort in acceptance,
because this time there will be no sun
to remind me of my existence.

Maybe the answer is to embrace
the things I need,
and re-live the things I don't,
so that I can have the things you want.