Locked up

Some doors remain locked

At times all that you feel

Are hard to express

Your words don’t match up

The speed of your thoughts.

Your limbs, numb

To take a step ahead

Stuck, reeling

From the games of your brain

Thoughts stumble , you grapple for your words

Better left unsaid

In the end – who cares?

Try a different tactic,

Give a little less,

Worry about yourself

Makes it all simple

For the very long road ahead.


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