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The road is clear,
It is not blocked,
Yet I cannot pass.

The murmur of silence awaits,
Do I want to be there?
I can be fine here.

You look unwell,
We can wait until tomorrow,
Shall we?

We have to leave soon,
As we have nothing of significance.

If it rings it will be them,
To tell us that he’s dead.
But I already know.

From the moment they spouted ‘coma’,
To the way my mother moped around.
She knew too.
We all ‘knew’.

Three days ticked away. Not a
smile
in sight. Maybe he’d be ok.
Maybe he’d be all right.

Just maybe…
Ring ring.

The pain seems limitless,
I cannot stop it,
There are boundaries for my stupidity,
I just get worse.

Never have I been so selfish,
I cannot stop this.
Not a thought or concern for others,
I just get worse.

Treading on people’s faces,
I enjoy every minute,
Standing in the way – stopping others from passing,
I’m ahead, that’s all that matters.

This isn’t me.
Well, if this isn’t me, what is?

(I don’t believe you.)

Never afraid to speak the truth,
Never afraid to make a change.

Always ready for adventure,
Always ready for tomorrow.

Hands out the laughter,
Hands out the joy,

Everyday is like a dream,
As everyday is with you.