Monday, February 1, 2016

Restless

It could happen, I may find
A person uttering words in my mind
Laying the path for all my steps
Setting the stage for all those hecks

It does happen and I always find
Flowers bloom when I need their bind
Time lasts for as long as I want
Things hold back sensing my rant

It should happen and I ought to find
Days that put me in tiresome grind
Easy routine shall know itself
Listless breath - let be restless

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