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The thoughts I have are mixed.
Nothing seems the same.
Going forward is cloudy.
Rain pours from the blueless sky.
I look out the window and wonder.
Where did the dreams of my youth go ?
Did they blow away with the leaves ?
I sometimes remember who I was.
It hurts to do that.
I go on like I always have.
It's silly to think about the then.
The dreams I had that didn't happen.
The now that is.
Weather will do that.
Change and twirl.
Like my life and my past.
~ JC ~