D I S T A N C E

I’m peering through the keyhole of my future

This mansion has monsters

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I’m writing pages in my head

Building libraries but not a word is being written

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Each passing thought I view from a telescope

The sky has gone cloudy

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Why did I keep myself tethered

To something I left long ago in a different time zone

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The desert sand holds my single set of fresh footprints

Another oasis turns to a mirage

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This moment stands still as years go by

Months disintegrate to days and days to mere minutes

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This is distance