Looks like no matter where I go
To either side
There doesn't seem a way to get by
Gone through every corner just to get hung dry
No more loose ends to tie
Always going round and round
Stuck inside a roundabout
With no more time to bide
Stale winds begin to blow
Side by side
Buying tickets to the same old shows
There's nothing more I dont know
There's a better place to go
I got nothing but hope in tow
A place I've never been before
To somewhere I got to go
About the Creator
Beau Derive Plasir
I like writing moody poems. Hope you enjoy.


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