I can hear you thinking about it
Remembering
Wishing things had been different here, then and there
I can see you playing around it
Imagining
Throwing what ifs and toys high and low through the air
I can feel you wishing your life away
With only one foot on the ground
It is never the right time to disappear
When you are lost you can be found
18th July 2019
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