the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 197 – On the Go

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Busily worrying, carrying on
Forced into motion
I’ve done it again
I’ve spread myself thin
Like Nutella over my morning toast
Topped with a gracious layer
Of sliced fruit for flavor
So I’ll savor my worry days
They’re more colorful
Than skies of gray
And more unique
Than polluted streets
And more familiar
Than the unknown
Yes I’ll cherish these bruises
They mark beauty within
I’m on the up and up
Letting it all begin…


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