waiting
<>dreams are not unrealistic
but, people can be
and the limits we put on ourselves
often shelves that more golden thought
overwhelmed by sorrow
we put away for overmorrow
which quite frankly never arrives
and i am guilty as well
sitting here in my paint by number hell
procrastinating
my creativity and concinitty
are often in the vicinity of some deep slumber
wake up from the sleep over
or wash it off
with strong soap and heavy water
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