The phone rings, and I know it's not you. But I hope.

Hoping like this gets so old. It feels less like hope and more like an unbroken routine.

It doesn't matter. It's not important.

Use the lake as a mirror and I'm reflected. See the trees. Alwasy reaching. Always reaching. Always reaching.

Never touching. Never making it.

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