When memories become vacuums


When you are at crossroads and
Down wishing to run errands
All you have is memories
That won't let you breath

Memories of the many opportunities you let go
You sit to see a tear fall
When not at peace with your soul
You surrender to life

Your confinement to the house
Makes you invest in deals that get you broke
No returns come your way
It's truly a low point

The days go too slow
You are weak
Nothing gets close to you to give a comfort
But the eyes have to remain open to get motivated

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