Things fell off
It all gets later and later
No timing
Monitoring my status and growth
And I see myself slipping
Yet I'm the best I've been
Stressed out
Attach to it as a baby
Reborn within the world
Things make sense but not at the same time
The universe gives you the puzzle pieces
Asks you to put it together
But doesn't show you the bigger picture untill later
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
