One more time,
I'm battling the coming
Two year Fall, and going of it all
Emotions rage in my mental cage
As my head burns, with family fever,
Trying to follow
My true path,
On my forgotten map
Turning circles of this, then that, way
Switching and swapping in and out
I love it
I am having fun
I know I'm better with the Sun
For some reason there's a broken connection
Hesitant of reflection, from the Bylaws of stipulations
Reserved and fearful now
Standing on the other side of the line
Thin with blue patients of precedents,
Hard to do, to remember ghostly reflections
From recalled recollections, of other past events
I know why this has happened, it helps us to remember,
From different viewpoints, and
The other stance
It always has been, about the Searcher
The Family, the Lovers, and the Friends
T. Plotz
The Searcher, The Family, The Lovers, and The Friends
11 NOV.2016
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