i never dream about the mountains

might be there’s a lesson
about choosing to move forward
walking on blisters
trundling forward
on nothing but the sheer hope
that there’s an oasis
in the next mile

strange to think we loved each other
in interesting times
that if we all survive this
the memory will be infected
with the ones who were the closest

strap on the time helmet
take me back to the moment
we first spoke and i knew
something about you something
important my mind and heart
stumbled for a moment who
is that why did the record skip

tell me the story then and see
how well i believe you
love is not an easy thing
to understand love
is not an easy thing

here i am with the blisters
here i am

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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