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That Exact Way

By Bruce Clifford

That exact way.
Itís how you behave.
Iím so afraid.
I am afraid.

That exact way.
Alone and betrayed.
Feeling unsure.
I donít know anymore.
I just donít know.

Is this all pointless and out of bounds?
Are we searching for dreams that can never be found?
Those memories stick to my dreams and all other things.
Are we still searching for moments inside our dreams?

That exact way.
Lost and afraid.
Circles in the night.
Another feeling takes flight.

That exact way.
Itís how you behave.
Promises we made.
The gifts that we gave.

Is this all pointless and out of bounds?
Are we searching for dreams that can never be found?
Those memories stick to my dreams and all other things.
Are we still searching for moments inside our dreams?

©10/24/2023 Bruce Clifford


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