And then when it happens
You won't be ready.
Like a deer in headlights
Stuck in awe, the beauty of a bright light.
Surrounded by the fears - you've been trying to fight.
Are you sure this is right?
The wrongs of the past with a flick of the wrist.
Saving face with a new special twist.
Rhythm and blues, and a touch of the news.
How to's
What to do's
Not who wore what shoes.
Those stories just lose.
Maybe not followers but brain cells.
Victim of the fashion scene or one way ticket to hell.
Can you hear the yell?
On your own or ripped out of your shell.
The choice is yours
Right down to the floors.
Time will tell.
~Talitha~
- Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 13th, 2024 01:58
- Comment from author about the poem: 24.2023.09
- Category: Unclassified
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