The weight of being

A thousand miles of lifeless streets..
I wake easily from my dreams.
Putting the morning sun
in empty space.

Taking the green of everything coming, my mind braces
in the slight morning chill.
Waiting to see the day.

Each breath still wondering.
Each word I write,
a cancelled memory.
Burried in the deceit of this soul.

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