A Few Fleeting Inspirations

Get it get it get it
Yeah these rhymes are so pathetic
But the beat is so magnetic
Tell me now, do you regret it?
Hush hush don’t make a sound everyone’s in bed you’ll be sad if you’re found
I’m a mess
a ball of yarn
a tattered rope
unchosen hope
I must confess
that while I stand
I may not be
completely free
rolling down
like a ball
my dreams are a basket
but my life is a slope
I’m a mess
how is my hope
I must confess
That I cannot cope.
Live in me and never leave
For when you’re gone
How I bereave!
And yet I worry
When you’re here
Will you’ll scurry?
Or stay near
Shaun Thoughts

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