Timed Sensing

Introverted Sage

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 Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2024 22:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: 07.2023.10
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