That’s all they really are
We fill our mind with them, simply to pass Time by
Distractions, what a funny little guy
He waves his little flag around,
To try to make me fly
Fly away fly away,
oh please won’t you fly away?
I need to focus on reality,
Not a make believe fantasy
“Broken pieces...broken pieces”
It replays in my mind
Am I broken, or heart broken
Is there Still a grasp toward direction?
How can I do it? How can I move along?
“Drop it.” As I’ve been instructed.
Gee, thanks guys, real descriptive
Thank you 🙏🏼
April 2018
~V.S.R.R.
Photo: Round Top, TX, USA: by V.S.R.R.
Those last two lines, I've felt that before. It's help, but weak help, and you can feel like you got nothing from it