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SCHEDAR May 2021
But how will I live
life, in my own way
if I keep having
to listen to everything,
you say?
SCHEDAR May 2021
I should make my way
out of bed
but a parade of thoughts keep
marching thru my head
Bound by words of a most purposeful meaning
scolded by many, "get upĀ and stop dreaming"
SCHEDAR May 2021
At dusk the whimpering tree line
disappears at the gate

The crickets fiddling songs,
caressing wings, silence fleeting,
in vibration of their evening tour

Up and down we wander
feeling for the warmth of the equator

Arriving in the bitter cold of the Arctic
after reading all the signs wrong

Turning to avoid the flashing lights

Stubborn, unable to listen to the correct directions
SCHEDAR May 2021
Reach,
deep within

where the iron
that binds

spark crimson elation

Lying dormant
this loyal, little soldier

re-awakens

from the sound
of theives in rustling bushes

and the sting of prickly thorns,
that sweetly ask of us to

"Hush"
Inspired by a curious little antibody
with questions about the vaccine
SCHEDAR May 2021
From scratch
pampered
warmth, love

Rise

Fall
SCHEDAR May 2021
How many
tomorrows
does it take
to finally become
the next
day?
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