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By Kevin McLaughlinPublished about a year ago 1 min read

Daydreams come and go.

I watch them play before my minds eye, over and over again.

Sometimes I dream that I am truly there.

Transposed within a different life, if only I had a made a different choice.

Reality slips readily like sand through my fingers.

Anxious, I begin to contemplate.

Could things really have gone differently?

Time and awareness slowly return to me.

I sink back into myself, leaving dreams of what could have been behind.

Obstinately I return to the task at hand, splayed out in front of me.

No words are written on the page before me; pen in hand, I daydream again.

sad poetry

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Kevin McLaughlin

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