When I go back,
I am not sure
where
I
will be.
This has all been so complicated
Confusing,
Not sure exactly
Where I lost track
and took a wrong turn
into an ocean
I am planning my tomorrows,
I am just
not sure
What pieces
I pick up
at the door,
And walk out.
I guess I am trying
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