Tuesday, January 29, 2019

To and fro

I was able to write
able to talk
able to ride
able to be
but i was unable to let go
so i walked up
I stood up
but i was shaken
I was strong
but I was mistaken
not by me
but by my thought
so I rested and sensed
I finally moved back the fence
took a breather and then bought
another packet of incense
for the lungs and sat there by the bench

1 comment:

  1. But you say that its its getting better
    Somehow things will be safer
    We will be richer
    Tell me where is the preacher?

    I stayed up all night
    Holding you by my side
    Folding my hands right
    Just for to get a good night

    But tell me where is the help right
    Its been seven nights bright
    Flashing armour white
    As it the angels were in sight

    I washed all my sins by
    Prayed that I could stand in style
    Held my morals high
    Just to get my clothes dry

    But tell me where is the money mate?
    Is it on a silver plate?
    Where dinner is served late
    And the rest is just as plane as slate

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