Driven

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.

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

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