Sitting Duck

Sitting Duck

Sitting Duck
I’m a sitting duck on Mallard Drive
Just sitting and waiting for paint to dry
Why do I waste away waiting?
For something to change in my hating?
So to answer my own question
I try harder not to mention
But I can’t hide in my thought
The action must come or I’m shot
A dead horse is not good to kick
The wounds are just something to lick
They warn me not to do what I need
To be responsible and get my feed
Communication is crucial to advance
I don’t want to always wear pants
To trust and to love thru the process
Is what I must do lest the moss sits
It’s winter…I want to head south
And watch what I say from my mouth
It’s so humiliating and shameful
To agree to take my share of blame cruel
It won’t be a secret for long
Therefore I may just move along
And trust it will work out in end
Free will is my choice and my mend

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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