from bed, trite tripe rhymes

how do we decide

the importance to place

on sidetracking imaginations

are we forgetting or remembering

relying on or plunging

forward without worrying about the outcome decidedly doomed to give us another surprise eating the well wishes delivered on paper plates

we travel forward

without a dance

we can’t find our feet

without a chance

we can’t feel the beat


maybe we’ll meet


i can’t feel your heat

i want to stand near you

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