I guess you could call me clueless
Trapped as I am in my own mind
Where gummi bears compete with
Lollipops without a clear winner
Even though the gummi bears
At times seem to advance slightly
Your tall tales of importance
Bounce off my impenetrable walls
Of self-imposed denial of truth
To tumble unrecognized into
The morass of my unconscious
Waiting to no avail for deliverance
Do not try to save me from myself
Nor feed unwanted advice or salvation
A hundred chicken picking in unison
Will in time find that poor lonely worm
As I will ascertain without a doubt
My own destiny and happiness
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2019 19:57
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Comments2
Your destiny is calling and that happiness is there.
Thanks Goldfinch,
you are right Goldie, once we accept our destiny, happiness will follow.
I'm sure your destiny is there Fred. It is something we all share in common and life prepares us along its way.
Thanks d a, you are right, but sometimes it is hard to recognize it.
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