the pitfalls of sanity
are all that i find.
there's no time for goodbye
i just leave it all behind.
i know i leave traces,
breadcrumbs of sorts,
but no one i know
has time for my sports.
i indulge myself so,
much as Alice did,
but i share her confusion,
just like a kid.
i'm hoping to track back
the path that i've tread,
but i always seem to find
myself only ready for bed.
(Itajaí,21 April,2009)
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