Run so far, turn around, and be surprised at any distance
Chase a dream, turned nightmare in closing in
Step aside into a line to be stepped on
Love with bad timing
Sleep in the ashes of old bridges
Learn to absorb sugar, drugs, vitamins, and bread
Tire from moving
Tire of standing still
Tire of driving
Tire of staying back
Tire of running ahead
Miss them like pie slices cut from your skull
Miss every opportunity and instead, eat pie
Post poems no one reads
More sure everyday that no one would miss you
So sure anyway they'd miss themselves you hold
Pick fights with the weather
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