Poem: Confused

The day is long my nights are short.

The time I want cannot come back to me.

I do not know where I am, and I do not care to ask.

When I look up and there is nothing that I cannot see.

You look at me and I cannot cry.

When I see you, I no longer see the things that could be.

Then let me know that time is not what I thought it was.

This is the end of what was, but the beginning of the things that can be.

This is just the way it is.

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