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9 x 8 Cell
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June 2010
Empty milk cartons, missing persons ad on the flip side,
stray cat slowly limps, aiming towards the dim lit horizon,
wave after wave, slamming the beach again and again,
water and land switch, turtles switch with sand,
how can I be lost, walking through similar surroundings with different feelings,
been so long since I gave my heart away, good thing I decided not to today,
crime is I have no gas left in the tank, court rules against my judgement,
punishment was New Years, and a hanging in suspense.
Swimming in a sea of regrets, my boat of dreams barely stays afloat,
trying not to let the water, outweigh my dreams,
use hope to create a motor, as I speed on top of regrets and dreams,
I'm gone, push the dream to its limit as everything falls apart,
I fly off the dream, dive headfirst into resentment,
but unlike others, I can swim with regret and depression,
I live in a 9 x 8 cell, forced to sepnd my time always thinking,
yet never making a peep, without any proper guidance.
