Wandering Mind
What world have I come to?
What shores have I landed upon?
You know how when you feel things.
That you really don't understand.
And you really don't want to.
But you feel it anyway.
And no one lends a helping hand.
The tides are always turning.
And the leaves are always falling.
Do we swallow our dark secrets?
And never let them go free.
Do we ever recover from that rabbit hole?
We fell into such a long time ago.
Can't we just dance upon the waters?
And not sink to the very bottom.
Must we always have a safety net?
11/ 11/ 2015 1:30 am Could not sleep so I wrote my thoughts about not falling to sleep!
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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