There are days that go by as if caught in a wind
a gust so strong you couldnt withstand it for anything
and it washes over you and propels you
and you are content not to be blown away
and there are days as thick as snail slime
oozing in the baking sun
moldering in the quiet minuscule world of crawling life
almost forgotten
and in the meantime whilst bees drone and gales gust
we meander aimlessly about in hope of finding...
something
Please tell me what you think
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Sounds like my day to day life. In the beginning, I yearn to find something, by the evening I found what I've been searching for. Great job!
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