milky horizon dims the outlook for the day
a note a bump breaks my travels in thought
How many more miles do we have?
that sucks
when headed for fun
guitar chords strum against my mind
for journeys and anticipation
guitar chords strum against my mind
we surround ourselves with diversion
or no- who says songs don't prompt thought
for it is these thoughts. they consume me
is it: insight? Self-reflection?
for whose sake do I value these?
Foolishness. These are inconclusive non-directional ramblings.
Sweat seeping in pores of self indulging
overeducated pulsations
these fill gaps of my mind, it swells and I settle for a feel over true dialect
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