Has-Been
Into the warm wind
Hot on the trail
Sun on my back
Like salt on a snail
Is it all that man can stand?
Monotony chases boredom
All the way home
In the middle of nowhere
Best thoughts will roam
From there the road expands
Sleep deprivation
Dreams unconceived
Acceptable loss
For what was perceived
Advancement in a goal
What goal I was sure
I had in my mind
Would lead to a future
That I’d left behind
Where worriless I would be whole
Plans that change
Time change wasted
Force fed challenges
Swallowed untasted
Experience damaged the senses
Fear mistaken for sadness
Years to figure out
How splintered recognition
Of depression nourished doubt
Uncontrolled
Eyes widen
As reliable grip
Begins to slip
Riga mortised hands
Long for relief
And pride prepares for grief
Coat tail treaders
Step to the mat
Time to shed the wait
Discover where you rate
Compared to where you’re at
The walk away
Whether lead or taken
Left shaken
By what you have learned
Once determined
has-been Incurred
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