A HODGEPODGE OF THOUGHTS
Down to my carI won't travel too far
Just to the depth of my soul
An eclipse of my thoughts
Are often too short
That's why I never can go
The flexibility
Of my lethargy
Is equal to the output of my mind
Why do I have these hodgepodge of thoughts
Swirling between my ears
Like a whirlwind of dreams drowning out the tears
My sands off time
Are running out
Apart from that I'm fine
The weeds are growing
The flowers are showing
The dogs are howling at the moon
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-05-12 at 10:16
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