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Another fitful night of sleep, waking up from the same bad dream

not living up to expectations, no rest in between

I wake and go look in the mirror, it is not my face

this is not the young man who was going someplace

Feeling good about everything and all the things this kid could be

But the old face in the mirror did not become any of these 

There was no doubt he still feels the pain, 

so he packs up his bags for another change

Outside the wind is blowing, a heavy rain is falling

Is there still time to fulfill his calling  

The days and years run together, is it yesterday, today or tomorrow

the only person stopping him is the fear of sorrow

there was no doubt he still feels the pain, 

so he packs up his bags to try again

They say there is nothing sadder than wasted potential

The young man left home to become influential

Who robbed the man of his glory?

The old man looked into the mirror and knew the story

The constant gnaw of fear had worn him thin

He had lost to himself but still had a win

If he keeps moving, fighting, perhaps he can find the light

Travel somewhere new and see a different sight

but the man cannot leave without him, he follows day and night  

this conflict will haunt him, there is no refrain  

there was no doubt he still feels the pain, 

so he packs up his bags to try again

Alex Odren

May 2, 2020