The hollow places of my heart
cry out to you.
Dreams of what could have been ...
yet will never be.
Endless awareness of decisions gone wrong ....
they can’t be undone.
What rules this lonely place?
Or is it unruly ... and unruled?
Who can know what path to tread
before the step is taken?
Yet how can the path be trod
without the step be taken?
Foolish mind, ever leading with emotion ...
ever looking through feeling-tinted eyes.
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