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Something of Substance

I’m searching for something of substance

grasping at straws I feel

slipping through my fingers

searching for something real

my life an unanswered question

always falling away

where must I be going?

and why can’t I stay?

time runs away from me

a fugitive, in a way

it makes a fool of me

watching as I

make a life out of clay

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