Think Hard For A While

Howdy, pardners. Apologies for the lack of a post yesterday. I was feeling somewhat under the weather and needed a break. Today I’ve got for you a little poem I cooked up just for y’all. Please Enjoy!

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So Many Maybes

It doesn’t feel real.

Being swept from my feet,

carried in your arms,

proceeding then

to be swiftly shunted

back into the ground,

on my back this time,

no air in my lungs.

It happens so fast

it gives me whiplash

and, boy, does my neck hurt.

Feeling not alive or dead,

but like a shadow

drifting from corner to corner,

from tree to tree,

from person to person,

finding no respite

in this transience,

yet always coming with the day.

Coming to terms.

Not an agreement

without difficulty.

So many maybes…

How tired can one be?