I am reading me, ten years ago.
We are the same but not.
I have lost so many things,
But other things I’ve got.
She was on her journey.
I am stuck on mine.
We both enjoy a sunset,
And a bright moon all a-shine.
We both need deep long breaths,
We both need time to think.
She had more freedom,
And the time to drink,
In the moments that matter,
In the time spent on reflection,
But I have something worth fighting for,
Even if there’s no direction.
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