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i had such high hopes

tight rope sleep walking

dreams that end with silly dancing and tug boats

i wandered around the cold house without pants on

no one was home

i was all alone

wishing i had less to do and more to say

the emptiness of the water jug only creates a stronger thirst

and i have no time to get back to my roots

my motives

my ambition

all this learning is weighing me down

when i need to fly up a bit higher

to accomplish all the plans that i have made



will there ever be a moment for breath?