movement, movement


Posted in poetry, quotes by amoslanka on November 18, 2008

After years with their crown on my head,
I’m rolling over in bed unconcerned and comfortably numb;
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy
(Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!!)
At the first sign of possible sorrow, I’ll turn my heel and run
(Oh, I’ll never learn…)
My life’s become the sugar I’ve borrowed before,
Time and again and forgot to return.



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