Monday, August 30, 2010

A Composition in Verse

Carelessness as I falter into freedom

In regards for what is real

Reserve no longer seen

There could be a change creeping

Not sure of its form

or what it’s keeping secret

Flowing words of wisdom

My brainwaves aren’t quite clear

Hearing what I came for

Ignoring what I hear

Things that I’m unsure of buzzing in my ears

I no longer disguise the fact that most of them are real

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