Here again in the immediate
knowing what lies behind
is beyond a need,
less so than that which shouts the anxiety,
the carving manner of solitude,
that piece of my security,
blinded, distracted, tossed aside,
until some reality allows the resolve
to become a precedent
all over again.
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What about wasted time,
will we understand that time
lives with us every hour
the minutes we used to call our…
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Sleep will arrive in short order
accompanied by some anxiety
some sorting out,
that sort of reliability
the mind provides when everything
else seems out of reach,
we as again for some solace,
a manner of speaking to ill advised
solutions to a lack of performance,
a serious consequence.
~
What about wasted time,
will we understand that time
lives with us every hour
the minutes we used to call our…
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The other day standing alone
at my curbside where the lights
fly by amidst the eyes of no where
would I ever understand
anything of a remote value
in the bodies of all the soul
in transition passing my life
could I ever possibly agree.
that the flaw of humanity,
lays the foundation for success.
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What about wasted time,
will we understand that time
lives with us every hour
the minutes we used to call our…
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I suppose when in the morning I wake again,
I’ll enjoy having known this time,
gave freedom to my underlying pain,
that quest to layer my life with purpose,
I’ll ask the world around me,
to give me another chance,
and yet later on when I’m all alone,
I’ll smile, I’ll cry, I’ll be mortified,
a once again sort of solitude screams …
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What about wasted time,
will we understand that time
lives with us every hour
the minutes we used to call our own.