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Hands On My Temple

Breadmould on my stale slice of bread
This was my lunch left for dinner gone bad

I’m attempting to write about someone else’s circumstance
In who’s world this is true - forgive my pretence

I cannot divorce my thoughts from worry
The burden of my heritage I must carry

I drive across sewage on my way to work
I splash it with my tyres where people walk

I take the freeway ‘cos I hate being stuck in traffic
There was an accident – I'm gonna be late - someone died, terrific?! 

This reality is growing hungry as the world grows
Angry and less carrying for each other, who knows?

I brood about my arrogance and question my origins
To justify my brutality at someone’s demise

I had a long day – being murdered on the phone
I need to regulate my stress like a dog needs a bone

My face looks up to face my reflection – my frustrations!
I need relaxation - I start to pen – my meditation :-)

I hold my head - hands on my temple
Trying to resemble the meaning of being humble

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