Terrestian terrors
of magnifying magnitudes
seem far off the horizon
when you live within
four walls of family visit
and the only people
who matters are of your blood
of your genes of you
One easily recognizes
the sameness of situations
familiar to every human being
living their part of the chain
nothing new - yey
all is altered because
the train keeps plodding
along so whatever little twist
changes from one time to the next
within itsself -
the reaction of years
differ - had I known
what I now possess of wisdom
then I would maybe have done
the deed differently -
this is futile speculative
idiocy of idosyncrasies
one can never go back
and rectify - and even if I could
the outcome may have been
differently diverse
or not....
Never go for the devlish
solution to wishful thinking
- only a foolish female
of romantic notion would still
want in her wildest dreams
but...
luckily little did she know
hallowed hello from her
utterly crazy girlish guilttrip.
lay off lady- get real
beckocning beat of a wayward
wind of the hell of a heart
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