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I hate being in limbo

The feeling, of nowhere to go

Suspended, my movement slowed

Arms and legs not my own.


Where does the time go

feelings of, I told you so.


Filters through a creative flow

Quiets the talking mind

That would otherwise strangle the concept

Of opportunites unknown.


A lullaby plays

My neck stiffens

Cars pass, as the rain glistens

Not yet has a drop fallen

Soon though the plants are calling.


Grey is the day

But light is my outlook 

Something keeps me

Saves me from the solitude

Of a lonesome mind.


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