Whenever you feel like it's getting heavy,
all this stuff.
Or if you're running short on buff.
You can always take a deep breath.
Look straight from nose,
towards the sun, just arose.
Wait for a few moments.
Let them mellow down, these torments.
And if it still doesn't help,
I might suggest to raise your hand,
or your voice.
And the man behind the spotlight will run for you,
against all advice.
YOU ARE READING
The Good place
ПоэзияThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
