and then once more in the middle of the day
and the night.
never going to forget as much as I try.
that I gave up a lot for this.
and it might not work out.
and it might not work out.
crossing my mind a thousand times
and then again when i talk on the phone
and talk to myself.
coffee in hand and a shaky arm
I recall I gave up a lot for this
and it might not work out
and it might not work out...
crossing my mind a thousand times
and then never again.
it is over just like that.
that thought is gone
and i'm back to the beginning.
hypothetical speaking
hypothetical thinking.
wanting something to work out.
This poem perfectly emulates the constant ebb and flow of unspoken consciousness -- thoughts, repetition, physical and mental self awareness -- and reads like a written excerpt from your stream of consciousness. Brilliant!
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