Seems impossible to guide
when thoughts speak aloud
the mind caves in,
the autumn leaves descend.
Now winter glides
offering only the cold,
a sleek walkway,
a chilling sleep.
While time ticks away,
think about options
some other way,
wishing this is all a dream.
Waking up to now,
no different than yesterday,
yet always told somehow
life is going to be a test.
Driving by that same obstacle
always a fantasy
a time remembered
she was … I did fancy.
What Crosses My Mind 
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