Tuesday, 16 February 2010

Harried? Hurried?

I need to gauge myself, then disengage myself
from a streak unknown that seems to take hold
I need to stop myself, from making a fool of myself
Like deeds from my past lay as proof, carved into stone
My abashednes that has only often rendered me 
Into a state of being eventually disturbed and then forlorn.

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