We confuse what we want with that which drives us away tired and so angry......
True, we bend perhaps because we confuse What we want with that which Drives us away tired and so angry Until we reach the top Of the stairs and glance back Attempting to figure out What was so damn important
It is all the same in a breathless whisper That so often can break The speed limit of confusion
As the fingerprints that mark Those minutes of time Often make it hard to believe We nodded at the opposite corner Where sarcasm annoyed Our release
We round the corner that teaches Us the difference between Watching someone else Living in those fantasy worlds Shake our heads and try to change The past
While all those peculiar moments Come back to haunt us
How can we remain undisturbed When we find ourselves Hoping that when we reach The top of the stairs What continuously drives us away Tired and angry Once again Will hold us hostage
This one is wonderful and written from such an honest place of insight and realization. I enjoyed it top to bottom; the images found on your work add so much depth, and I often look at the pictures with the same interest and intrigue I do your words.
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