Is it just a dream Is it a figment of my imagination Could it be a virus Or a slight concussion Could my vision, my aspiration be just a compulsion instead of a sought after expectation How do I know, I often ponder If my mission is to cause division I often cry, when I wonder If my addition should be subtraction This confusion is causing me much frustration and now my sorrow is stuck on multiplication Where is my hope hid What is it I just did Far spent seem to be my time Am I allowed to pause, can I rewind My age says its over, my heart says just lyme This is too much as I hold on, trying not to loose my mind - Edna Desiree Headley September 13, 2014
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 15:01:51 +0000
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