Emotions Rolling - A Poetic Practice

Passing time
It's all a rhyme
Ever the wanderer
No endless lover
No point in pointing
When all that's left is longing
Thinking about them always
In so many different ways
Timing
Living
Loving
Trusting
These are just a few
Left here as your clue
You just don't know
Where I'll have to go
Sure steps do falter
Even Atlas seems a skelter
Singing songs
Righting wrongs
Deep wells overflow with emotion
Too much then dropping caution
Times do change
When things are in range
By and by things fit
In the palms held they sit
Hold too tight
That don't sit right.
You say I'm passing time
It could be life's cruel rhyme
What a cheesy line
This story of mine
Another drink bring on them beers
Drowning out God knows what fears
You ever wonder what's on my mind
Especially when there's nothing to find
There's no empty space
Boxes fill head space
Life's container holding them all
From the time of the great fall
Memories held in boxes
Life's growing taxes
Arranged and organized packed inside
Some tightly held with nothing to hide
Others crushed and abused
Contents held but fully used
Up like used tissues thrown
Into this life's container all strewn
Yes I'm passing time like I'm screwing
A blameless victim caught in the act
Please don't expect a lasting pact
Especially after their packed
Jumbled in their boxes fully stacked
Where i thought life had it in for me
Now i can clearly see
Are we all just bees
Buzzing about like there no such thing as eternity
Fickle mind work wonders when it's sobriety

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