Steer Clear
Steer Clear
Unsure of my journey
But know where I am going
Even tho my brain is storming
Discovering new things
while, Unfolding my fears
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears
Covered in a mask,
While gripping my flask,
Trying to face the unknown.
Transformed into a goon,
But still I assume while
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears
This mystery is intriguing.
So she start sleazing,
Only to find emptiness emotions became built up upon her and, she had no choice but to give in.
Clear skies are upon us so the funk is no longer
My insights are stronger
Mother Nature will warn Ya, take heed if you Dare.
ShErEe ©
Copyright © Sheree Butler | Year Posted 2018
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