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Monday, April 22, 2013

Listless Days

I am carried through these listless days

Still frantic and amazed

Crying with awe at every sight

As pink skies fly into the night

 

Still the world moves quick

And I’m full of hope

My expectations taut

Tight as rope

 

I’m a tightrope walker

Walking where I please

I feel the adrenaline

Fly through my knees

 

There are fantastic dreams

That still catch my eye

Although most of my visions

Are programmed, by and by

 

There are still adulations

To be cried to all above

Although most of life

Is lost in regular push and shove

 

I want my smile to be a touchstone

A reminder in my mirror’s gaze

That yes! yes, I am living!

Through all these listless days

posted by ferret at 5:51 pm  

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