Off the Grid
Storm's brewing inside
Idea of being behind
Like a needle in a haystack
You seek, I hide
So-called friends were here
but now, where?
Years of realization,
led to one conclusion
Convenience over you
An option, quite true
Knowing it late
but hey, no hate
I won't be around
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Using the lid
'cause I'll be off the grid.
Copyright © John Francis Roces | Year Posted 2024
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