Now What

January 23, 2015

I'm lost,

lost in the sea of conciseness

look for some sign, some way out

I see no way out ... all I see are my memories some good and some bad. everyday looking

never giving up never feeding in

thinking one day I'll get out and finally be ME and not some wannabe

but when I do the question that remains will be ... now what ?

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