My heartbeat reverberates through the mattress
Every day is a gift & I’ve got a basket of blessings collecting dust on my nightstand
Helping hand, reach down from heaven
Awoke in the night with no sane strategy
Empty ambitions
Calculated conscience
Completely incomplete – Drifting
So many feint steps
Phantom footprints
Hitting a heart cord hardcore
Struggle to find a place, a passion, a purpose
Do I want peace or an art piece
Are these poems just poor prayers
Currently caught in the current
Bury burdens in the back of my mind
Acting like I’m living life
Standing on the fault line
The fault is all mine
I’m trying to start over
When – Why – Now
Quivering questions creep on up
Gotta focus on something bigger than me
Wearing sweaters in cafe corners
Hitting every extra long red light to get there
What’s my potential
Got no credentials
Shouldn’t even be here
How many years
It takes time though
I’ve got time though
Better end on a high note
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