2:11 am
alone in a hotel room
two thousand miles from home
home
minnesota las vegas
my nomadic life begins with a heart deeply rooted in the past
a dream come true
a break of a lifetime
beyond grateful
melancholy
knowing you can’t go home again.
everything comes with a price
for every dream a pound of flesh
a piece of your soul
how much is one willing to pay
to get all they have ever wanted
making people laugh
while you struggle to find the comedy within
sadness comes like a wave
washing over you as you leave the stage
wanting the most what cannot be
rochester new york
i like this place
familiar in so many ways
it is the closest to home
that I have been
since I left
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