Stuck

I dreamt about the future, while all around; they walk it back.
I’d been beyond there, far away and out of reach.
Such things I’d seen.
All that time missing the big reveal.
Now the stars drip down like lies off a tongue.
Hold it and eat them.
Cough.
Then lick them up. Shut them up.
Try to let me in, though a distant world away.
This could be the saddest day.
And though I get lyrical, as I always will.
Tarred and caught in the well placed trap.
I ask that you touch me….I am trying.
Come walk these shoes and wear this soul.
Give me new direction.

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