Sitting Alone
sitting alone
waiting for change
you notice it won't
so you turn to free
to be free
it's all we need
but we hold on
to what we feel we need
some need love
and others need faith
there's a lot we
think we need
yet at the end
we start to relize
we wasted our days away
for a far - fetched dream
we pick our poison
how we choose to be
remembered it's on us
so what'll it be?
poem by Katherine Bryce
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