Followed the path that found me empty
Searched for silent nuances in the road
Echoes that stimulated the corners of my brain long ago
When I was young and aggrieved
Running from the norm and laughing at the test
Skulking so terrified of the trouncing stares
Once I was wonderful and well pronounced
A symbol of something never implicit
Although how it imbued all that came into focus
I remember the day when I was young
For today I am old and so lost
My road slipped away
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