confused authority

captured on the edge of nowhere
organizing thoughts before opening eyes
needing some silence before
fuelling the engine up
using this moment to race out from the
starting line
endure this rage while going forth
downtown is the racetrack today
again it is this hour that counts
underneath the shirt i am feverish hot
tipping the scales in favor of that underdog
had enough energy to keep accelerating
only we have enough energy to work and still doubt
request a less complicated minute
insert yourself to a better atmosphere
trace back your steps
you can always start over
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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