2nd chance 2nd glance

a off feeling confused for
the real thing
like a prospector
looking at fools gold
screaming he’s finally rich.
dreads mis led
the zone of understanding
smiles laughs an cries
mis constructerd views
mis used moves
underdeveloped thoughts
ran under the bridge
like water under foot.
my bad mis read
for me
2nd chance was
just a glance.
-dreads

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