i may make mistakes
on my own vastra, trip
decide to spin like a top
and rest dizzy by a stream
take a road more twisted
convoluted
get distracted by the trees
the sunshine, the breeze
the promises, i try to make others keep
it will hurt to step on stones
to take a longer route
to momentarily lose my head
but i will walk on ahead
only promises made to self will i insist upon being kept
forget how long it took
forget what made me linger
for before finding you
i will surely lose me
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