Like a Frog
up here it's foggy, you know.
chaotic place of pure collision.
here things converge
for uncomfortable situations, broh.
what seems legitimate loses its strength
and will compose the broth of failures.
what emerges from the fog
insists on setting a new standard
just to quickly submerge
splashing in the mud like a frog
replaced by another misguided orientation.
I already asked the brain:
Isn't it time to shut up?
just let the body express itself
even if it isn't bright,
who knows in his mistakes
he can finally get it right...
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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