1. 12:51 7th Feb 2012

    Tags: worriespoempoetry

    Unsettled

    These things that worry me,

    they are all watching me,

    nono

    They fly high and never rest,

    into my soul yet I digress,

    I am not he.

    I’m not perfect you see,

    everything’s conflicting,

    oh boy.

    All smashed to prices be my soul,

    too much to count to much to hold,

    I can not see.

    Yet my imperfections,

    the simplifications,

    are none.

    It took some time to start this try,

    a lot of thinking that went by,

    so I could be.