Off the Page

Words

R7

Grey tones echo and grow.
Sometimes it seemed there wasn’t that much to know.
But the day glo that screams hello,
and the conscience debate, to and fro,
to and fro,
fabricated alone.

Fingertips to the sky, hinge from the waist, touch your toes.
Gaze off the tip of your nose.
Breathe through the adversity, hurdle the foes,
try to downplay the blows
and who knows?
Maybe we’ll float away from those woes.

I wrote this while thinking of a friend back home who is having a shit time ❤

 

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One thought on “Off the Page

  1. Love it 🙂 you know a good peice when you have to reread it a few times to begin to understand and really get it and also relate to it 😉

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