A life of their own…

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For years upon years upon years,

I dreamed the days away.

As I stared out the window of my speeding train,

the images of my life rushed by in a bright stream,

pulsing, flowing, exploding with colour and light

never stopping really,

ever.

 

There were always words there too, in my mind,

but they fluttered in and out,

trying so hard to make me believe them.

I couldn’t love them¬†enough, though,

to give them a life of their own.

Until now.

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