I see I'm close, but

my feet pace slow and

looking at the distance

in my mind, I'm passing

you by because my

heart knows that

you are still too far

Wondering if the feet below

the mid stumble slow and

a slight hesitation finds a way

back to the distance travelled

and somehow I know

that today I might not get there

Then a news flash appears and

I'm trying to get back to

the place I come from, and

although, your waiting,

don't count on me 'cause I won't

be coming there

There is where you are,

and where you are

I haven't been there yet

Don't count before I get there,

getting there I'll never come there

So don't do me no favors perpertrating

preplexity that's turning the soul

of glitter to gloom

And don't wait not knowing

'cause if I never told you,

then now must be too late and

you've been waiting for something

that will never come

My heart knows that

you are still too far

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Rosalyn R Walker