its easier
to get upset about the past
and harder
to change your own future

but staring at walls
counting the minutes
letting life pass by
changes nothing

just letting the sun caress you
the winds whisper to you
the sky diluting you
is enough for you to lose

what you could have been
in the days coming
someone whose been found
instead of someone whose missing


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