ALways

Traw

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 Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2019 15:49
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 18


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