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"The End of Yesterday"
by Jeph Johnson
pelted by rain, I walk methodically
around the corners of emotion...
right past my destiny
these paths of least resistance
take detours past debris
over scattered dreams of youth
as my hope decays
this fire that used to burn me
is as cold as the prayers I pray
ignoring the pain
I never seem to see
anything within this ocean
of impending uncertainty
I try to go the distance
and set sail upon this sea
I see nothing but the truth
until the sky turns grey
at the tail end of my journey
is the end of yesterday
