I wait, hoping for hope, as I always do.
Waiting each time and every time.
Even as the pattern gets monotonous,
I know I would have it no other way.
If I rush, it goes wrong faster,
this much is clear.
Yet do I take my time, it seems
I merely get closer to my goal,
before I lose it anyway.
Oh shush!
Whining, wailing!
Never do any good.
World moves on, and so must I.















Comments
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I wish I were a glow worm,
A glow worm is never glum,
Because how could you be unhappy
When the sun shines out your bum?
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
I wasn't sure about parts of the wording, but I didn't want to play with it too much just yet.
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
(Definitely poetry!)
I'd fave it right away, but I'm featuring a great poem/song by *DaveJeanes called Maybe Not. I'm no guitarist but I'd say he has an interesting technique...in general, that is...I haven't heard this one.
But yeah, nice one! Something's bugging me..."Yet do I take my time..." "...do..."? Is that East Anglian?
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
Thanks, I really wasn't sure about this one.
Er, no, it's not really anything, I just like to add in word here and there, or substitute words, that make my work sound "nearly wrong". I don't know why, it just creates an effect that I really like. You reckon it take a toll here?
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
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