Thinking about how things should have been
Wanting more, more and more
Feeling hollow inside
Like a gourd
Dreaming to escape the aching pain
Of the memory of you
Counting to three
Wanting to be set free
From this emptiness inside
Running into the night
Wishing I can outrun the light
Falling into the ambiguity
Of wanting something without needing
Swallowing rhythms and rhymes
Standing at the paradigm
Looking for a sign
That my love is in the sky.
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