Will I ever have the time
to slow all the wheels set in motion
in my mind?
Each beat
taking me down another street.
Everywhere I've ever been
to everyone I'll ever meet.
Wnding roads
doors meant to be closed.
Keeps me on my toes.
Boughs break
when bounties wake.
Remove the mask
revealing face.
A spark to all your senses.
Even taste.
~I.S.~
- Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2024 22:40
- Comment from author about the poem: 07.2023.10
- Category: Unclassified
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