hitchhiking, encompassing
no great need to belong
I can’t stand the frustration,
inhibited by mental restraint,
don’t wait up, I’ll be back late,
the years have been unkind,
I’ve tried to salvage sanity
in the shape of a prescribed reality,
maybe you were undeserving
a bad apple yet to turn those
around you rotten,
or you were simply a ricochet
caught in the crossfire
of someone else’s desire,
either way you now retire
to the fact, your youth
ain’t ever coming back
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