It's the way I go, the way I travel, more times than not,
in this small town.
The city is big, but small enough to allow the past to creep, and lurk.
Intoxication normally brings me to this path,
whether uppers or downers.
A road.
A road of trial.
A road that once familiarized my thoughts with the word "home."
The memories swarm me at times unforgivable,
moments unforgettable.
Stress pinches my neck, my heart sinks.
I try to remind myself of all of the swarming negativity that once flooded my chaotic life,
yet there are lulls of happiness that make me angry.
Angry that I even think of them,
Disgusted that I even weigh them as more than the terrible woes.
But I dream of better days,
days that I had...
Even better ones that I hold now, since the sun began to shine again.
Too bad life is forever finite,
Although I think I'm a stronger believer that life goes on.
Maybe in a different life this will all make sense?
Until then,
Let thy weary eyes rest.
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