Segundo Juan Devora

Tell me before I go

Don’t wait till I walk out the door

I might not return

You might not get another chance

Who’s to say this won’t be our last time

Last smile to each other

Last moment we share in the same space

Last minute your scent is in the air

Last sound of your voice as I walk out the door

“I love you,” she says

“I love you more.” I reply

A final look back

Now if something happens

I can go in peace

For I knew I was loved when I left this world

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Excitement shakes me

The ground uneven

Yet the horizon is clear

Doubt always fills my mind

But today I don’t care

Tomorrow I might

But today I don’t

Oh the little things

They tend to move us

More so than grand events

It’s the little things

That I’ve grown to love the most

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I get lost looking off into space

Reliving things that can’t be changed

Playing “what if” with the past

I fail to see the present in front of me

All due to the fear of making another mistake

They have a way of haunting us

They cripple us and handicap our decisions

The harder I try to snap out of it

It becomes a deeper hole to climb out of

I live in the past too much

Remorseful of it

Regretful of the “told you so” moments

Hoping to forget the past

As easily as I forget my keys

Hold on to too much I do

Let go I must

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Weird feeling

I’m off

Can I restart the day

Go back to bed

Try again tomorrow

I’m off

My life’s a mess

So many things to do

No time to do it all

Where to start

Someone help me

I’m off

Can’t think

Something’s missing

No words to describe what

No idea what it is

Thoughts all over the place

I’m off

I will just sit here

No will to do anything

Can’t focus on anything

Don’t want to tackle any of my problems

I’m off

So negative

With all the can’t, don’t and no’s

I will take today as a loss

I’m off

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On the bus to work

Out the window the sun rises

 

The sky doesn’t have the same colors

The suns burns different over the mountains

It glistens off the Pacific’s warm waters

 

I remember waking up on the beach

With the city at our backs

The world felt miles away

Our own paradise

 

But the sun sets on the horizon

It too set on our story

And our paradise was lost

 

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On nights so cold air freezes

The ghost of our mistakes walk

Finding no comfortable

Alone in the harsh

No warmth

It calls this home

Not looking for redemption

Soaking in the hate

That makes men make mistakes

Slowly chipping away at the good in us

It will not leave us alone

Always present on our coldest days

Driving us away from others

Wanting us to be like it

Cold and alone, nothing

Only bitterness

Be weary of such a creatures

They are self-inflicted burdens

Before us they stand

Never letting go

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Oh weary traveler

Long have you journeyed

Far from your home

Time has not been kind

The distance has not severed your ties

Still you ache for home

Not knowing when you will return

Home a feeling so familiar

Where your body is at peace

You feel free as a bird

A bird you can’t change

Soaring over familiar skies

The road promised you travel

Freedom beyond belief

You’ve been burden with your job

Shackled from spreading your wings

A detention center of your own making

To return home

The only dream you cling to

One day you hope the road leads you there

Home to your peace
Your finally resting place

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Up and off to work

Chores and tasks to do

Home for food and rest

Break the chain

Don’t work to live

Live first

The work will always be there

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My friends have moved on

We grew up

Our loves took different paths

Looking back

Miss those youthful days

No obligations but living

All the risks we took

Staying up till the sun rose

The memories made

Till death we will carry them

I appreciate where life has taken me

It has brought me to here

To the now

My lessons are scars

Some visible on my body

Others hidden in heartbreak

Some further buried in my soul

To those who knew me

Knew me when I feared no Gods

To now, when I pray for my world

They know my darkness, potential and pain

Even when I didn’t

To those I call friends

I’m grateful for our time

I look at all the lonely people

Who missed out by not having any

Tragedy is never knowing friendship

Till we meet again

This life or the next

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Change everything

Throw out the plan

Draft a new one

It was all for shit

Have to start over

Onward to see what mistake I make next

I’m sure I will have to start again

The key word is “I will”

Won’t stop till I get it right

I guess Nintendo was right

Sometimes you have to hit reset

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