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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