predictable

using overused phrases one more time
the hours – they are minutes

the music’s looping
when I read, I can’t hear the memories so much
but I play them anyway

when it begins again
I stop to listen
and it’s predictable notes
every time.

planning for the future
I’ll cross the ocean for my friends
but I’ll only take a step for you

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