How why and why does it seem,
All is how it has been
I have been gone so long that the right has turned wrong
Lest the wrong has merely turned right
Somehow it doesnt feel right when I go back to this place
All that was, is no longer in its space
The bed is where it should,
All the books havent moved, even if they could
Nothing does seem as it should
For how long has my presence been gone?
Uplifting the notes of its sorrowfull song
Can I find the time
Keep up the rhyme
Eraseing the picture, the perverted elixer
Righting the photo again
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