placing the new before the old, the cast-off
garments of personal history the cities
I have lived in the bars the lost opportunities
the misplaced carelessness and overconfidence
and the naked want for more and deciding what
to do with the time we have left but still
collecting and making more of what we need
we begin down the same paths and find new
ways to walk the wrong side of the tracks
and make the same poor decisions backwards
down familiar alleys as if they are new
only to find ourselves home again
knowing that this is all we ever wanted
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