common delusional

cannot see where this is going but
over there in the next year is making me excited
molded by each hour which is the next chance
making sure i know what i believe
only i now control my own body
never will i doubt my mind as it imagines
dining on the memories of each of life’s rememberings
endure the torture that modern living provides
let those minutes glide by like rain down the drain
using every direction that i need to plan
so deep dark and complicated not everyone can understand
if the days end this good then
of course i look forward to tomorrow
not a day goes by that i will not feast that way
as long as i can find my path to come back to you
love like this feels so true
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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