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.
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
Hitch Hiking