Placing Words Together
And i want to tell you something's
Each time a though comes around
But i can't think where to begin
Because i find myself as wooden
as ten branches on a tree
And if the whole world was watching
I would still fail to be
Anything other than a means to
a shell
Searching for a tell to foretell
a calling
Friday's child on monday morning
As random as this
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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