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Jul 2019
How am I supposed to know
If I'm not happy?
What's my guage, my understanding?
What is normal?
What is not?
I'm not really sure I know.

The tree's bows are burdened by the fruit.
Pulling itself over
With the sheer weight of abundance

Is this just stress?
An accumulation of life
The daily grind
Or does it go deeper?
Simon Zec
Written by
Simon Zec  46/M/West Sussex
(46/M/West Sussex)   
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