i went the wrong way at that roundabout
lost inside myself
a wreck
a beautiful collection of hideous pieces
ripped and torn
to perfection
i passed myself by
and saw him standing there, alone
it rains
as if purposefully to hide my tears
i give in to touch
my overbearing senses subside
to just touch for truth
like a flood
a fierce storm of doubt
i run further than ever before
beyond the view
beyond the horizons i have feared for so long
here i stand
with choices i do not understand
i went the wrong way at that roundabout
i am not sorry
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