What’s to come©

I’ve come, I’ve gone
I’ve stayed and played
I’ve slept then wept
I’ve come to realize
That no matter what I do
No matter who I do it with
We’re all stuck here together
In this place so perfect
Where nothing is ever out of place
Where nothing is ever broken or needs to be replaced
Sometimes I wish there was a secret door
Where I could turn back
And erase my mistake
Whatever it was that brought e here
To this perfect place where no one makes mistakes
But no such luck
So bud I suggest you come here
And I’ll give you the rest of the score
Of what more is in store

What’s to come©

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by Felina Silver Robinson