The Repeating Poem by Brett Roberts

Always thinking that you might turn up one day.
Always thinking of, what would happened if you did?
Always thinking that could never happen.
Always thinking of, what is going to come next?

In a place where I am safe, away from my past.
In a place where my past follows me through these hallways.
In a place where I can lay my head back, and stare at the stars.
In a place where you are no where close.

Trying to find the next best thing.
Trying to find something that could never be found.
Trying to find a place where all is clam.
Trying to find myself in a world full of confusion and hate.

How long will it be till my resting day?
How long till this restless mind takes a rest?
How long do I have to wait to call you?
How long till I find that place where I want to be?

It’s ok not to do as your always told.
It’s ok to do wrong once in a while.
It’s ok not to look back on your past.
It’s ok to do what you always wanted to do.

Take time to realize what you need to do.
Take time to see what it will take to get there.
Take time to love the ones that love you.
Take time to realize you are not alone in this world.