I like hope,
I’m addicted to the what if’s
To the excitement of a future I know will never come,
Planning out dreams,
A route a destination a fulfilling trip that leads to nowhere,
You see this is a constant circle,
A whimsical roundabout that never stops,
One gets on, another gets off,
But I stay in circles,
I am tired of the journey,
Exhausted by the what could of beens,
You would of been my end,
To all of the travel and traversing,
And this is how I know its endless,
Because I just couldn’t get off.
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