Monday Morn

Wakin up to fog
Not sure where it came from
Maybe the space of loneliness
Maybe the lack of anchors
On days when I didn’t take the time to kneel
So instead
I spin spin spin
Seeing so many shadows
The transient friends of my twenties
They didn’t move away
They let fall
The feeble ties of friendship
Like unlaced shoes
So I run barefoot
Hoping for find a places
Without stubbed toes

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