Saturday, February 15, 2025

Stand alone with the one *



 Stand alone with the one *


Being here pondering on dreams past

Those dreams no longer exist, they never did last

But within myself I seem to lose my memory

Detachment in awakening, my eyes there no longer see

Never more that place that I once use to stand

Existence is here now pointing back at me, solitary man


Dom*Colucci 2010 

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