Poor poetry composed on the spur of the moment
Intended to relieve my feelings.
Silly songs written at the height of my musings
Requiring no pressures of thinking.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Hope
Dawning confusion Slowly transforms into resignation As realities intrude on dreams.
A fresh brew Momentarily lifts corporeal cares While portentous puzzles form.
Warm gushes Restore the world’s omnipotence As inertia overcomes somnolence.
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