lets leave behind the weight of yesterday
and tomorrow
expectations are nails driven
into dying wood
the exterior will fall away
run, run with swift breath
approval is wasted on
the heavy-hearted,
empty souls
floating
the pang of regret proves
too bittersweet to taste again
was it too simple to ask. go forward
even if you can't see in the dark
leave the light behind.
run, run
the mist doesn't linger for dawn
and fog, is always untouchable.
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