Always a time lapse
somewhere behind,
elastic bands of the
troubled mind.
Young Turks lurk
no money
no work
offside of the law.
There is I am sure
a serenity to find
in the time lapse of
a troubled mind,
Zen,
what then?
and it's not about snap back
chit chat
pictures that
tell me
serenity is there
I need to know where.
Sad a day Saturday
and an easy mistake to make
I take these strings in my stride.
I shall play catch up
to match up the shapes
that shift thoughts that shape me
twisting my tongue around
the troubles that run
away.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
Always a time lapse
somewhere behind,
elastic bands of the
troubled mind.
Young Turks lurk
no money
no work
offside of the law.
There is I am sure
a serenity to find
in the time lapse of
a troubled mind,
Zen,
what then?
and it's not about snap back
chit chat
pictures that
tell me
serenity is there
I need to know where.
Sad a day Saturday
and an easy mistake to make
I take these strings in my stride.
I shall play catch up
to match up the shapes
that shift thoughts that shape me
twisting my tongue around
the troubles that run
away.
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