Seven Things
Seven Things I Have Not Done
As if Time was a series of outlines to be filled with colour
Each hue a different life value
Who comes up with these things?
Specious Norms and Social Media Seductively Sings of
Seven Things...
I'd never thought;
Was too busy staring over the rim of the abyss
Which, of course, was staring back
Laughing at the things I lack
Always. With the staring.
It stared before I breathed my first and will stare at the place where I was
After I have breathed my last...
And Fact Fluidity...
But.
Enough of this grim melancholy
Let me see...
Seven Things I Have Not Done
I cannot even think of one.
Copyright © James Smyth | Year Posted 2019
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