Driven

Mar 22

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I didn’t bring myself here,

but somehow here I am.

I guess I let myself be brought

by not making a plan

that could be sustained

and stand the test of time.

There’s been an expiration date;

I was trying to be blind.

But the sun is shining blindingly,

no shades to be found

It’s time to stop being driven,

move both feet across the ground,

and walk.

Posted on March 22, 2013, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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