Some small trace of myself
Left behind in the remnant
Of self respect and courage
Floating on the coastline
Of an adoring possibility
Worshipping the traffic
Of my heart speeding
Past myself just fast
Enough to get beyond
My own feelings and it
Takes a turn like a page
In a book that seems
To predict that
This is all for my own
Relief from the distance
That was previously
Pitched extremely high
And all for the love of my
Peace of mind and oranges
© GÄ
Poétique 