White Noise

StephenJames

Spending my time in two states of being

No buffer zone to rest and recharge

Not even alive youd think might be freeing

Like living full speed with no obstruction

Building a future, fluent constructions

But I am running in sand

Slow, sluggish, and blurry

Hiding alone, never a hurry

In the end Im just tired, unwilling to stand

A light trader, moving at night

Like a shadow cast in the snow by the light

 

 

 

  • Author: StephenJames (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2019 21:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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