Unsure
Driving a nail
into your every sense
each reality you bent
blaming your brain, for constant shame
you bail, .. act like a snail
causing your reign
by the ounce,
like a little grain, to expand your pain
cut to more suspense
like a craving, for the main events
and flail, each time you fail
feigning your new trail
saving, biding your two cents
Hiding
whats guiding
and sliding
to past tense
from hence
whence deciding
your next move
which with prove
you've spent secs
sorting specs, divided
lets just do
Begin,
where weve always prided
the web weve always spun
due
to not having a clue
about what weve always truly knew
(..That the hats on the other shoe..)
Copyright © Ryan Girdvainis | Year Posted 2012
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