words can move when you say them with your hands
I have been face down on the bed sheets
wandering through my simple dreams
parked in a maze
lazy in the daze
it left a bad taste in my mouth
my tongue is tired
I need to land this bird
make the changes
commit
no more waiting
putting my shoes on
silently praying
be quick
wear joy
stare at the face of possibility
music to keep me saturated
starting today
I can make the ticking of the clock more quiet
-B
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