Not lost, but drifting

A Poem by Jon Roggie

The feeling begins.

For me,

it is around every five years.

Feel a bit twitchy.

I need to move.

Start over again.

The constant repetitions are the killer.

Once again,

it is time to learn something new.

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Added on July 6, 2018
Last Updated on July 6, 2018

I tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..

Been a stretch