Rush
I’m like a bullet
Piercing the street
Parting the crowd
Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.
My mantra :“Start the day ten minutes late
And that lost time shadows you”
Heavy bag.
I don’t feel I am in my head
In my body, in this place.
I make promises with God
To get there on time.
Then the sun jingles an Autumn leaf
And cuts my eye with hope.
'Heavy bag.I don’t feel I am in my head In my body, in this place.'
ReplyDeleteI felt like that today on my way back from VictorIA and i think i spend to much energy-'Mouthing obscenities to people who don’t move.'Instead of perhaps breathing, observing others REFLECTING during my travels.
You've inspired me to have a go at writing poems at the end of the day, as it a nice creative way of reflecting and ofcorse keeping some sort of journal. It could also help me with my songwriting. Thankyou.
Great idea about the song writing. I have had a couple of my poems made into songs in the past. It was so much fun
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