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Eeva Lancaster Poem
Always thinking of the right words to say
It would have been clearer if I said it my way
Even a move is a topic for thought
Always unsure if they get it or not…
Every small gesture is a means to an end
Each little truth is a point to defend
When something is different they see it as strange
It’s more than enough to make you deranged!
Always regarding the usual as norm
Always preferring when someone conforms
Thinking it’s better if they’re all the same
Each like the other except for their name..
Ain’t that a shame?
***From the poetry eBook, IN LOVING YOU: A Journey of Love and Self Discovery
Copyright © Eeva Lancaster | Year Posted 2015
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Eeva Lancaster Poem
I hear the echoes of a sound so far away
I just don’t understand a single word they say...
I move closer so that I can better hear,
But when I do they always disappear…
I see the traces of a picture I have dreamed
But when I looked it isn’t what it seemed
Cause every time I made the colors flow..
I’m left with nothing but an empty show
I looked and looked and there at last I found…
A wondrous place with lots of wondrous sound,
There I have found the truth that set me free…
It wasn’t far, it’s just inside of me...
Copyright © Eeva Lancaster | Year Posted 2015
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