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Snail's Pace

I want to run, far far away

Where the grass is green, and the children play

Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue

Where the days are longer and my dreams come true

 

If I could fast forward to that happier place

Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace

Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself

Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations of true wealth

 

It's natural to cut corners, avoiding the worst

But too often an occassion am I feeling fit to burst

With thoughts and feelings betraying me

Whilst logic remains, I may be set free

ContemplationHopeLifeSnail's PaceThe Future

◄ Doubt

My first poetry book! ►

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