Suitcases

920.Suitcases (Lots O Pine Trees)

Suitcases of green, yellow, and red
Active, mellow, or go to your head
Seems vacation is never-ending
But I’m enjoying my happy ending
Traveling through time and every vortex
As if time stands still in my hex
And each new day is much like the last
Except my location and circumstance
And I can’t cry wolf at every turn
To get my love to return
Because it’s better to give than receive
It’s all in your head what you can achieve
And we’re trading off people, places, and things
For a complicated experience of our bell to ring
Because the dopamine fix of blessings earned
Is never enough and always we yearn
Could this be my complaining or explaining?
To everybody out there who’s trying for maiming?
These goals are high and mighty that I’m aiming
In my solitary existence alone, my heart is claiming
No fame, fortune, or possession could cut it
It’s only in doing as an example, I butt it
Yes, I push as my love labors on
Because love by itself doesn’t sing my song
So whether my mind is on vacation or my heart
Each small action builds as I fart
That’s right, it’s crass and direct at times
But at least I can share my silly rhymes!

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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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