The once turgid expectations
Become saturated with haste,
As seconds, repeatedly, seem
To fall to waste.
The now blossoming promises
Of isolated “opportunities”
Allow tumultuous time to defeat
The hauntings of our insecurities.
The separation - from routine
Will embellish jaded skills:
Unleashing creativity
Finally driven by natural thrills!
The future for once
Excites, No pain...
As slowly I learn
To know myself again.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
The once turgid expectations
Become saturated with haste,
As seconds, repeatedly, seem
To fall to waste.
The now blossoming promises
Of isolated “opportunities”
Allow tumultuous time to defeat
The hauntings of our insecurities.
The separation - from routine
Will embellish jaded skills:
Unleashing creativity
Finally driven by natural thrills!
The future for once
Excites, No pain...
As slowly I learn
To know myself again.
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