Longing Road

Deep down that longing road, I tread

Steeped in unrequited dread

Behind there is the past

A tangled web of memories amassed

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Sometimes you wish you could go back

to change things now embedded in concrete

to nudge yourself onto a better path

or to erase an experience that still

haunts your dreams

Sometimes you take a moment

to reminisce

about the good old days spent at home

and sometimes after a smile

a tear will follow

A profound grief not yet understood

for those moments so treasured

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On this longing road, I tread

Shadows linger beneath my feet

Another day yet to complete

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The present is a poison

A potent mixture

it lingers on the tongue

and stains the mind

You wonder if there is more to life

than this monotone pace

this insistent race

Or you embrace ignorance

refusing to face what comes next

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On this longing road, I tread

I look ahead and there is a future

Stitched together like some hurried suture

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Then you realize

that there is more time

to find the place you belong

a place you are wanted; home

But you recognize

that time is and never has been

on your side

There is an end to this road

Far down the winding turns

Or right around the corner

hidden by a stop sign

You see it coming

or you don't

You prepare

or you despair

Either way

the pavement ends

and you must make the most of it

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Deep down that longing road, I tread

Clinging on to a glowing thread

Past, present, future: ME

A home in time and space set free.