Sense of Direction
10/8/22
Never mind
There is no better time
One way to find out if I'll ever find
What's on the separate side
It took more than seven tries
To get it right, after eleven nights
In the midst of a hectic life
While there was red in the skies
Had to stay at it instead of waiting to be next in line
Take heed folks
Of these notes
Far too often we boast
Friction with each stroke
Eventually the machine broke
Behind all the weed smoke
And C-Notes
Perched beyond speed boats
Men in green coats
In the end, fate was decided by three votes
Nearby a pile of wood ash
Knowing I could crash
Trying my best to go down a good path
She always looks pass
Difficult at first was how I took that
I stood at
The crossroads then pushed back
Without exception
There is continual deception
It's 2022 yet areas still have no reception
Times of self-reflection
I've had hardly any connection
As well as zero affection
Without a question
People still obsessed with
Elections and skin complexions
This pitiful concept spreads like an infection
Such pettiness I pay no attention
While going in and out the dimension
Making sure to always have a sense of direction
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2022
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