Sunday, March 27, 2011

End of the Road

Running. Hurrying. Scrambling.

Away from you.


Living life the way you want me to.

Because my world is mine -

happily grey.

Contently growing up.

Letting go, moving on.

Slotting - where I want to be,

Who I wan to be,

Where I want to go

What I want to do.

And yours is strangely yours,

much like you.

Stuck in your rut

Holding on, grappling

where you wish you could be.


Black and white.

I'm done trying.

You're you, I'm me.

Somewhere, grow up

For once, let it go.

You know as well as I do,

The twain shall never meet.

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