Poetry For Everyday People

Hitch Hiking

I've always known
who I am, that's
been the blessing
of the curse,

mapping out a life
according to it's
detours, behind me
what I've left,

calling me home
is somebody I can't
recall and I beg the
sun to burn me

find me here
I am so confused
in this world
find me here

before the rain
stops.




















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Hitch Hiking

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