I had an escapist fantasy
Where I went far away to a place unknown
But it had a hint of nostalgia
And the atmosphere was welcoming

The trees were colorful
The air was crisp
And at the edge of a property
Was a babbling brook

And it was only me
With the colorful trees
A great place to be
Whenever I need

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On a clear night
When the moon is in sight
It invites me to come manifest
I don’t know why
But it feels most right
To make a wish when it looks like this

Tarot cards
And angel numbers
Aren’t as compelling as this wonder
Big and bright
So in your face
The moon exudes a certain grace

So here I sit
My face moonlit
My journal full of wishes
Just me alone
Right in my zone
And hoping for some magic

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Back to square one
Six years later
Promising you’d never return
Only to do just that
Swallowed pride
Altered plans
Ready to begin again
And this time not fall short
Of what you had promised to yourself
Six years ago

Six years from now
Where will you be?
Back with family
Or living in New York City?
Unrealistic expectations
In a world of smoke and mirrors
Outlook on the future
Becoming fuzzier
I wish you could see
But that would be cheating

One’s path in life
Is rarely without strife

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The light outside is the same color
As it was when I was fourteen
When we would drive to the farmer’s market
Just my brother and I

The air smells the same
As it did back then
When my friends and I walked home from school
On an October afternoon

The tree by my window’s the same
But it’s different
Cause the branches are sagging
And shriveled and weak

The rustle of leaves on the ground
Sounds the same as when
We all sat outside
Before it would rain

The earth has a way to make
Time travel possible
Your senses unsuspecting
Until it engulfs you

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