Sensing a shift,
A turn in space and time,
I new it'd be a better gift,
Wrapped and scented lime.
Sometimes I like criticism,
Makes you feel real,
Then it turns to cynicism,
Then you try hard not to steal.
Slowly turn and take a look,
My tea turns and steam flies,
Then I run with hands shook,
Then it's time to lie.
At the end of it you must love,
Maybe try new things,
Then it's time for all the above,
Then see what it all brings.
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Author:
Tomo (Pseudonym) (
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