Seems I've found a piece of my muse
I realised it with pinches of subliminal clues
It ain't all about the despondency and blues
It's about you're thoughts and the way that they choose.
Could our fate be at the hands of the puppeteer..?
I doubt it ..
Unless you're living in fear.
It's all become clear in the destitute of moments.
Too much time has already been stolen.
NjB16
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HI NICNAK - Glad you found your muse - or did your muse find you ? Love the unorthodox shape of the poem - makes me want to read it. ! Love all the rhyme & reason ! Thanks for sharing - BRIAN
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