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Private Notes
Private Notes
Notes
I’m tired
But I’m still breathing
I’m bobbing and weaving
I’m struggling
But I don’t need teething
I’m boarded up
And I’m leaving
It’s a lot to muster
And the pain is receding
A bit flabbergasted
That you’re not even seein
The box you built
And called my home
But there are no windows
It’s just a dome
Nothing here I can call my own,
Dreamcatcher can’t catch my dreams
With wings Texan-fried
and not a twinkle in my beady little eyes,
It’s hard to sleep
Our relationship
Just leads me to weep
My aspirations just seem so foreign
I must take this leap
To recover what it was I once seeked
In that box burned beneath
The place you called home
With no treasure to free
In the reflection
Where truth is realized
Because real eyes, realize, real lies,
No blind spots my peripheral visions,
I found him
And he’s on a mission
The Gold is found
The treasure’s no longer missin’
It’s in his eyes,
His purpose!
His decision.
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Nice. This has got a great lyrical flow to it. Bet it would benefit from being read aloud.
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Because real eyes, realize, real lies,No blind spots my peripheral visions
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Great poem David! It seems like it could be lyrics to a song. Do you write music?