The Wagon
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Poetry
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Poetry--- 4 random poems, explaination::

We hopped on board carelessly and whole heartedly before we knew what it was the wagon was dragging. Hope, or something as close to it as we could write or picture, without pictures-- without descriptions of visionless thoughts to be forced and flung like new flicks or the newest installment of the fad followings. There were so many days wasted watching for meaning in rooms where we weren't dying, we were attempting with the greatest desparations of wanting to see what else life had in store for not only us, but the rest of a country fallen to dreaming in circles. Remember whens like a disease that burrows and crawls and is never cured; only grows by more circles of remembering when "when" never happened. When could've been if, who, where, but not when. When was the safest route-- when was lying down still sulking and sunken.

I'm not sure when we hopped on board-- detoxes and behavioral hospitals, but we surely agree why.