There are moments when reality
chooses to butch-slap me
directly in the center of the my face.
This happens to be one of those
deciding moments my so-called life
begins to travel in an entirely new
and unknown direction.
It just coincidentlydesigned itself into
one of those memorable defining glances
which will become idealistically embedded
into the internal halls of my rememberence.
When I contently dwell among these
constantly looped yet distorted happenings,
I continually come back to those
specific times, dates and places which
you played such a dominant role.
Knowing that you have fatefully returned
to portray your original character
soo many character chages later in life,
I curiously anticipate what reality
has potentially penned as
my figuratively-speaking
"kick in the ass".
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