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I was stuck in my head

nub- I was sitting at home

I was wondering what comes next

sitting in my car, listening to music on my phone

I cried as the rain poured down

in my car by the water I felt so alone

And then I felt relief and a sense of peace

as some fisherman had shown.

I was stuck in my head

I was wondeing what comes next

I cried as the rain poured down

so alone in this town I called home.

All dressed up with nowhere to go

and when the fisherman had shown

I wrote this poem

then hit the road

letting my sorrows flow

within the river

down on caughdenoy road.