I sat in the middle of the concrete
Looking up at the stars and their dances
Pondering how life seems so incomplete
And deceitful with so many chances
A game full of missed opportunities
Trailing behind us in shameful regret
Too much concentrated reality
Keeps players moving, but the ending set
Nothing makes sense anymore to my heart
No answers arrive in small increments
Time, life and miles were expelled from the start
Benched with my resentful, painful laments
Distant stars can return to their lovers;
One single soul cannot find another
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