I look around and find that

Papers are flying everywhere

Carried away by the wind are these

Scattered snapshots of my life and

I find myself trying, franticly

To gather the pieces

And put them back in their places

But it's a fruitless effort

For the chaotic wind has won

It has succeeded in taking apart

The few sheets of sanity that I had left

And now I find that I am lost

On this hectic city street

Where my bindings have finally come

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