Caught

whileing away another day,
along with so many days before.
Wasted, woeful dismay,
me and the days before

gone in a mirage
of things I did and things I didn’t.
Reflections of azure,
beautiful but emptied

hazy horizons in the distance,
distinct up close but forever gone.
Irretrievable chances,
washed by the wind along

into defeated time.
into surrendering youth.
Dreams fulfillment lost.

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