She wanders, to the Neverland of herself. Looking for the sun, amid the pasty path.
Step to stone, stone to step, placement of the self into exploratory endeavors. I have grown so tired, can you help carry me?
There is no extended hand, the legs elevate each minute to each year, selfish walk of survival. Is this the way it was supposed to be …
Here is the empty home, making accommodations for the empty place setting across the table. Let me set the fork, spoon and knife, but there in nothing to partake at this table. I have dinner ready my dear. My dear, you are the mirrored partner sitting at proper placement.
Is this course everything they said it was meant to be, leading to the same destination regardless of the choices we made. Destinations of glory mirroring your destination of destitute, the laughter filled home being equal in outcome.
I choose discomfort, did you? Dine with me.
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