I was without a map;
Searching my purpose
Stuck behind the peers;
Sitting in a Pink Taxi cab
Always stuck in the past;
Without my heart's fire,
I must of run out of gas.
_All troubles on my back;_
_Thinking time to unpack._
With all collective items,
things in life I never had;
Penning down thoughts
_In unread poem forms,_
_All in my old notepad._
Prayers feel their dammed;
Wellbeing isn't in demand.
Waiting to be pulled in;
_Like waiting ocean sands._
So I'm riding off to nowhere;
towards a _No man's_ land
With a lack of confidence;
As I'll get there in this,
_Pink Taxi cab._
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
I was without a map;
Searching my purpose
Stuck behind the peers;
Sitting in a Pink Taxi cab
Always stuck in the past;
Without my heart's fire,
I must of run out of gas.
_All troubles on my back;_
_Thinking time to unpack._
With all collective items,
things in life I never had;
Penning down thoughts
_In unread poem forms,_
_All in my old notepad._
Prayers feel their dammed;
Wellbeing isn't in demand.
Waiting to be pulled in;
_Like waiting ocean sands._
So I'm riding off to nowhere;
towards a _No man's_ land
With a lack of confidence;
As I'll get there in this,
_Pink Taxi cab._
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