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Sometimes I feel like a library book.....
a past due library book,
sitting underneath someone�s bed
never understanding where I am
or why I�m there.
Everything seems opaque...
I cant register the cacophony around me.
It�s really a nuisance.
All I want to do is go back...
somewhere I�m sure I�ve been.
I have overstayed this visitaion.
Where can I go now?

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[Ralphy]

I'm impressed. I might have called this trapped in the wake of time or something like that. This was quite unique and the metaphor capture me but not without through me for a loop. the price we pay sometimes is far from the deeds we receive.

All I want to do is go back... somewhere I'm sure I've been. I have overstayed this visitaion. Where can I go now?
How many can visualize that...beautifully done

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I think we all feel this way at some point in time throughout our lives. The metaphor is something that I have never thought of before. But it totally makes sense. Its short but sweet. I like it good job!