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It was influenced by the last episode of the awesome Sopranos. things that look very dramatic in some moments are forgotten at the end of the day, when you're get back to your routine.

Submitted:Aug 1, 2009    Reads: 141    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

A Lost Thought

He's walking across the bridge, the wind is tough, hit his scruff
the hair is hiding his eyes
but not the pain, it stands still, not easy to conceal
come and goes and leave no sign
a million stories and songs of a billion feelings and thoughts
have found their way to his ears
but he could not remember one to bring up his down or the comfort
that someone has been there before
and what it's all about when everything seems to be right
got money and love and everything he dreamed about
so the time seems right to put out a paper, pen and light
copy paste these feelings tothe sheet
then the phone rang the screen had blinked
the cat escaped, the wife is sick
"on my way I'll be there soon", he's turning back, destination home
and keep trying to revive a thought that had gone


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