Escape

885.Escape(At a Snail's Pace)

Towering over a bad reading
I feel I’m cut and may be bleeding
Taking the low road instead of the high
It seems I still make it while I get by
The words still echo and rhyme
Even as I think it isn’t my time
It matters not the length of speech
Nor whether we do or we teach
The quality of my thoughts may be insecure
But each day I practice, my footing is surer
Am I at the top of my game?
Because I don’t feel it – it just feels the same
Can’t say I regret any of my actions
Since behavior is key when dealing with fractions
And all the geometry shapes
Were merely examples of how we escape

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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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