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The lights take me back to a time where I was trapped
a life where the doors were chained and bolted
find myself sitting on a pier with only my thoughts
a pen, empty notebook pages and a blank stare
the pages filled quickly from my cold heart
emotions let my sadness escape this place
This bench, I was free from this wall
the lights remind of this freedom
a time where I was miserable and happy.

Read my writing from years back and wonder
what a beautiful troubled mind I once had
now sitting in the hotel room, blank stares
over the years my flame and lights have been faded
this wall has again defeated my misery and happiness
stolen the bench, pen and blank sheets
looking for the lights to make me remember
how to be relevant once more

lost with every word, key stroke, and thought
tonight where is the missing pier and the beauty
I need you more than ever
the piano is playing softly in the background
waiting for the emotions to direct my words.
I just cornered myself into a trap
again starring blank into a very large wall
bricks upon bricks blocking the lights from view.


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