It's like a never ending wheel and I'm already dizzy.
More than enough on my plate has been keeping me busy.
Writhing inside how many more times can they twist me.
If I jumped off right now would it be too risky?
Dizzy and can't seem to stand up straight.
Got a new peculiar bevel to my once laboured gait.
Biding my time learned patience had to wait.
Time is of no meaning when you're spinning at that pace.
So close your eyes and find your groove.
Rocky at first then it gets smooth.
Never really had anything to prove.
Judgement means nothing unless you've walked inside my shoes.
~I.S.~
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Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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'So close your eyes and find your groove.
Rocky at first then it gets smooth.'......These lines convey a sense of hope and resilience. Enjoyed reading!
Thank you!!!
Sounds like a bad ride, to me.
oh.. you missed a part..
'Rocky at first then it gets smooth.'
'Then' being the keyword here
It gets better 😏
It would make me dizzy!
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I can't help but think this is work related
" got a new peculiar bevel to my once laboured gait"
Loved this line
Great read
It is indeed!
Thank you!!
did you have the munchies after..
lol
I'm with you dear Poet
let those who can walk
in other people's shoes
throw the first stone
everyone else
mind your fckin business!
lol
purposed emotionality
is our artistry's fuel
Purposed emotionality is the best fuel. Learning to channel that into our art is the key.
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