all the things I never planned for
are coming home to roost
I am learning to accept
that there is no way
out of this mess
I have no one
to blame
for but
that we can’t
remember from
one life to the next
and so we make the
same mistakes over and
over like a broken record
I wish I were riding into the
dawn on a white horse on white
sands into a white sky as an angel
keeps calling my name only this time
I am listening with every fiber of my being

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