A Journey Within:
a poem for Amy Lynn
This road is going nowhere,
But that's exactly what I need
Anything to not be here
Some way to help me fleeI don't want to see the map
Its better to not know where I am at
After intersecting paths with a black cat
I know she will never be back
The soundtrack is shuffling
Filled with so much loss
But successfully muffling
The roads that I cross
The heat and the wind
Like star crossed lovers
Quickly become fast friends
I find myself circling again
Maybe I don't want to leave
As I pass Bittersweet Lane
Looking for a place to grieve
We've been here before
I recognize that tree
Near the cellar door
That will never set me free
And then I see a familiar sight
But I cannot stop here
At the church in the Village of Rice
No parking signs everywhere
Forget about the sucken cost
In retrospect you should let it go
And soon you will be so lost
You won't even recognize the places that you know.
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