Pause to Reflect

Heading back to town,
somewhere Almost South USA
Bars are packed, the streets are lit,
drunks sitting by the tracks
with The City of New Orleans
and world almost seems alive
I come back home
My mind’s a muddled mess
of when and how
and I don’t know what to do
At least my life
isn’t getting any less weird anytime soon.

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