#*There is something I wish to write about
Too much of everything that I feel
The something that slipped away
Entangled in the shackles of everything
Constant - On the go
Wish I could take it slow
Busy - Is Happy I know
Hours , they are limited
Jobs too many
Mastering one , never ever intend
But ,
There is something that I wish to write
About , Everything
Yet ,
Nothing is what I Write
Imperfection is the place where I truly belong
Happily ,
Until the end
I shall sing this song*#
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
#*There is something I wish to write about
Too much of everything that I feel
The something that slipped away
Entangled in the shackles of everything
Constant - On the go
Wish I could take it slow
Busy - Is Happy I know
Hours , they are limited
Jobs too many
Mastering one , never ever intend
But ,
There is something that I wish to write
About , Everything
Yet ,
Nothing is what I Write
Imperfection is the place where I truly belong
Happily ,
Until the end
I shall sing this song*#
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