Unsure
Never follow, never lead
Feels like suffocation
Until I breathe
Some things as sweet, as a bitter pill
Regrets are common,
Or against your will
Does the heart cry
As the soul does rejoice
Are we involuntarily beings
Without a choice
Can we ever find comfort in failure
Or sorrow in success
Maybe go to the mountains
Write poetry to relieve stress...
Copyright © James Howard | Year Posted 2017
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