I arrive with some fresh new things
ha that might be a little funny.
But im serious, I throw it all on the table.
Seventy five percent and the rest is just stable.
The mind seems to calm, as less is more able.
But I still always wonder,
why we must all sit at this table.
So as I pull my chair back,
I give more than one glance
and I way too soon realize,
this is my last dance.
- Author: Traw (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 7th, 2019 15:49
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 17
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