Wednesday 11 December 2019

On with the show

The tremour in me lost its way
It’s been a while since it came this way
I’m attuning myself more to me
Away from a distracting everybody

My head hangs heavy
I disrupt myself at will
Tingling from imagined touches
Basking in goodwill

Not long ago I listened
To a couple of disgruntled authors
Carrying the weight
Of dreams undivulged, of laughter
Unindulged and processes abandoned
It was all too much
I shivered as I summoned expectations
Simulations of ambitions dashed
When I know that, looking back, I’ll gather
That I wouldn’t want to be 
Anybody 
Else

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