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Billboards
Billboard life Stuck in time, Saying the same old thing- No time for more Than a frozen smile As life rushes past. Memories overflow into empty fields, Crossroads I mistook for home, Familiar turns unpeopled. See- there goes my childhood, Eden by the roadside, Falling star, Eagle’s nest. I cannot see the lake But I know it’s still there, Just beyond those trees. I walked miles of that sandy shore once, Footsteps erased by storms. I am stuck in time, Watching people come and go While I stand still. They fly away, Ghosts whispering in my hair, Cameo shots of a life I watch but cannot touch.
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