I can no longer create my music.
I do not hear the metronome's tick.
The pulse has faded out, and will shortly cease.
When the time has passed, I will not renew my lease.
Uninvited and unwanted, new forms of life have emerged.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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