Losing minds
But don’t you forget it
Stall at the stop sign, but still you don’t get it
Why do we sojourn in secret places?
Breaching the pace, being so afraid
I’m just so frightened
Of wide open spaces
I disregard
Fail to recall
All those hollow words the pine tree whispered to me
And screeched at you
And so memoirs fall behind
Keys rust away
And today, I paid a visit to an old willow tree
The aged hierarchy, it consulted with me
It said “you can live forever, dear”
But I broke a branch or two or three
Twisted away
Staggered away
…and I forgot it
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