The world stands by my feet
Alongside my head;
The constant shouting
Thrusts distaste at me,
I spit back in disgust.
Pack my wisdom into a knapsack,
Turn away from hypocrisy’s reign.
Waver as I reach the gate
But storm through alone.
Smile at the sweet silence
As cars rush past,
Curl up inside a cave I found.
Pull out my pen in the light of the fire,
The clouds have finally vanished from my eyes.
Be no creator but I lay as a judge; paying more ways than my own.
Author notes
Freshness can beat Wisdom just as often as the reverse..
Think
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Comments
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thank you for your entry! the reality in the write is a sad wake-up call for some. a lesson that can be learned from this is don't move out unless you have a definite place to go! well done!
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