castawaystress was never my friend
into the vortex of activity
i am drawn by as if by a magnet
but once sucked inside
i am regurgitated spume
adrift on the sea
End of the RoadOnly when you are truly lonely
And weary of the world's glare
Will you turn away
And feel its lash upon your back.Only when you are truly lonely,
In the last stretch of your imagination,
Will the last lamppost
Shine its lambent gaze upon you.
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