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When you get lost, you find yourself.

Posted to Action Poetry




Self self self
echo in ears
recurrency spent like tongue muscles
jabbing at second grade math problems
Who will be the first to cry for help?
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Oh wait I meant to turn right at the light, not left.
Reverse too far and the present will crash into you.

;;;I liked the line about passing where we should be;;;