I owe it to myself
To step back every now and again
And forgive and replenish
Everything I bewilder myself with
Can I get a bit more time?
For I do not know
where I am headed
Not just yet
The world is my oyster
But I forgot to tap on the way out
So now I’m paying for all I have done
I’ll catch a break
Hopefully
Like I’d catch a bus
To just ride to my destination
Or maybe
I’d catch it
Like a cold
I never quite know which hand I will be dealt
Even the seasons are becoming assorted
My morning coffee
Even that fucks me up now
All for a penny or two
I drag my feet through the lovey-dovey
Connection I have with
Slurring my words at thirty miles per hour
Like everything else
Even caffeine crashes.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I loved that man, a teasing disorder then BANG it all comes together in that last verse. Good work Harry!
Hope it's the first of many you share here.
J
Thank you! Many more to come.
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