Friday, June 7, 2013

You Tell Me

You must think I'm drunk.
You can't really think I'm that clueless.

You checked up on me.
I've been checking up on you.
More than you realize,
Longer than you realize.

Don't try to hide from me.

I've been here before.
I may not know the signs.
I know the feeling.

The loss of hope.
The loss of functionality.
The realization the future holds...
maybe no progress?

You tell me.

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