putting your money in machines,
because you want more of it.
Usually it doesn’t end up with
giving you more, when you leave
through the exit doors, you are
substantially poorer.
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Left by the wayside, wondering what to do next.
their individual things.All of them different, some majorly incongruentand unusual.Raising cane, pulling others into the mix, havinga joyous time without fear of being ridiculed.
Ruffled unendingly in a maze of puzzles,
of friendship.Trying to get better at it,yet, I falter and stumble every step ofthe way, and I just can’t seem to be ableto figure it out.Silent beings sitting around in my mind,quiet talk among themselves, wonderinghow they can help out and turn thingsaround.
Life is a banal creature, hurting and maiming us throughout it’s span of time.
Splintering and dropping us into heaps of trash to find our way out of.
Secretly dreaming of better times,
space enjoyed with a friend.Totally oblivious to the worldaround us, just having fun, talkingabout life and what we want from it.Solitude surrounding us, as we movedforward into our next horizon together.Friends till the end, loving one anotherunconditionally, as we live our days infriendship.
A single touch of beginning rhythm sets my mind on a tangent of writing.
Steadily careening down a steep mountainside, falling with every droplet of water, cascading down into depths of it’s watery soul.