Dear John,

Dear John,
I'm standing on my
tiptoes trying to reach
your state of mind
and I'm seeing it quite
difficult, (without a map)
to find.
there are signs that
point me in the wrong
direction, like down instead of
up, I say my soles are worn
through and I'm barely anywhere
but where I was where
I began, has paved
its roads and become refined
but I know enough to know enough
and this skyline cannot fool me
I'm nowhere near your state of mind.

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[ebur™]

great poem. I thought it was intriguing and interesting, which made me keep reading. well done. :)