Distractions
Decided,
Your goals
Your wants
Needing it.
You tell yourself its good for your soul
Inspired.
You pause to notice
A glimmer
catching the eye
Its beautiful, mesmerizing
Your high
distracted from your decided
Goals
Wants
And needs
to make room for
This one-dimensional emptiness .
You gaze over your shoulder
Cringe at the time
The time that slipped through
Away
Goodbye
Forever
A tree I will never climb
hacked down
Your goals
Your wants
And your damn needs
Goodbye.
by
Gisele456posted on 05/10/2008
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