The busy days seem
to hollow my nights.
The same way fortitude
seems to augment all my
frights.
Tossing Pennies into
the stream of reality
so I cannot afford one
single thought.
I have however paid
in full every lesson
I’ve been taught…
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– NoeticNonsense (Pseudonym) (
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A penny for thoughts and a dollar for dreams. This write speaks to me of the difficulty of day's labor as opposed to night's dreams but the wisdom to know one has to work to get ahead. A fountain of wishes does not pay the rent.
I work in the recovery field in a treatment center so my days are busy, but when I get home, all the work is the in my head...
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