It seems as though I am
in a constant state of transition.
People come, people go, but
nothing ever really changes.
Perpetual motion until a greater
force propels me in another direction.
I ache to find stability in earthquake
Why do I open myself to such heartache?
I must've been a masochist in another
time, another place
Doomed to repeat the biological
imperative of limbo
My karmic punishment for
some unknown wrong
So I'll continue to feel hopeful
for something else.
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