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Out in the distance they appearEyes close and the get nearWishful thinking would leave them in the pastIt really is just wishful thinkingShe's my focal pointHoped to hear she moved far from hereHope I went unnoticedBut then again I went as such for the last couple of yearsAm I bitter?Well of courseShe represents the obstacles I pushed pastThe emptiness from yesteryearThe memories that lead me to where I am todayNothing but a hallucinationA distant memory that decided to reel it's way around the cornerI'm choosing to enjoy these ghosts from the pastTherapeutic feel now that I'm aheadI was left as the lastSoon I'll be the lead of the pack of the misfortunateThis strive for greatness is now the strive for joyI am freedYet, I still am confronted by the ghostsGhosts that bring forth the memories of anger and depressionGhosts that bring for the the reason I've worked hardI won't be one to shy away from these memories and thoughtsBut never will I stay to speak with the ghosts of yesteryear.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.