Day by day, a simple way. Following a pattern, an easy sway. Minor shifts, ebbs and lifts, cruising, enthusing, all okay. I do urge change, more precision and depth. Greater control, a bigger role. But effort denied, stay with the tide. Pinning within the circular bowl. Minor complaints here and there ~ Just seem to be symptoms of this physical wheel. Slip and slide, directional guide ~ Stay healthy, a bit stealthy, my space not too wide. It is coming, music to start strumming ~ When it's time to play, shall show, I know.
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AuthorKeala Brent |