Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Gone back. Poem

So many dreams get left behind
We walk away and forget
Too easily we forget,
But I have gone back to find mine
To see what hopes are left.

Parts of my soul I've given up
Why? I ask now, why? 
Too hard it is without my wings 
Too hard it is to fly 
I have gone back to look
To see if my soul is there

I have gone a while down this road
Too far and long I say
Without what matters most to me
I walked away and forgot
How easily we forget
But I have turned and gone back
A tiresome journey done over 
better than a road ending in regret. 

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