Allsorts of Stuff

Poetry

I rustle my hands through my beard

Thoughts are spinning, feelings are weird

The time that I’ve spent wondering what if

Living my life on the hope of that gift

A girl in dream, a price I can’t see

Lost battles and victories torn at the seam

I unravelled my mind, for a truth I can’t find

I life I’ll never land, hope as tiny as a grain of sand

Still follow the bristles on my face

Do I even belong in this place

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