Frozen In Plain Sight of a Melting Pot
what i saw
i can never see
seeing is not always believing
a question mark exists
exclamatory sentences are all run on
completion is still in the process in progress
all i have seen are all tested and owned by those braver than i, me, and myself
i draw inspiration from them
yet the art of it all is not legible and very incomprehensible
the story of my life is all sticks and no bricks
the definition of the description is all struggle and strife with no life
in the brightest part of the day, i light a candle like it is the darkest hour
repetition is inevitable
confusion is pretty much guaranteed
the old shoes that i once threw away, like a very nose observant dog,
has found their way back into my endless tunnel closet
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