Me, What do you see
Can it be, that you're like me
Expense, in my defence
Its the only way of life for me
My word, it's in my blood
If I only could, I'd set it free
My friend, can you comprehend
Try making sense of what we see
My face, see my disgrace
See the fall from grace, I'm living with
These eyes have see the child, that's running wild
Is he within me
Me, I've seen the world
I've seen the world
and it worries me
It worries me
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Bravo love it!
This is your soul and spirit being set free and the fin ding of your inner child after a period of adult and mature treadmill living in the 'norm' groove. It is about the release and the emergence of the new and re-found you! Lovely penning here, and again great poetic graphics, rhyme and flow, straight to the point and telling it the way it is, I love that, its so refreshing and a great read too!
Brilliant Tom, well done, love it, write on you rock!
Go You!
Poetic Hugs,
Kaz.
Kazytc xxxxxx
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Kaz, this one is written a song, might make a recording of it soon.
Thanks for the insight, and yes that treadmill is well worn, thinking about replacing the motor or even chucking it out altogether !!
I've been searching for Tom for years, but I think he's somewhere a bit more interesting than here.
You're the best Kaz !!
Tom xx
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Wow this is strong really nice I'm feeling more of the last stanza
Keep up the fab work
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aw wow, a very powerful write, has alot of truth to it, keep writting and take care, i hope when you see the world again, we can see in a better light
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Strong write here Tom. The last stanza speaks the thoughts and words of many. Imagery created here is crystal clear. Excellent ....mal
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