365 Days · Poetry

19 – Test Run

Some people might call it
Bothersome
I like to see it as charmingly
Quirky
The eternal spiller of
E’erthang.
The sensitive crier at
Anything
A sprinkled in fairy dust
Dreamer
Maybe it is hard work to know
Me
I do constantly take random
Turns
But if at the end of it
All
You’re still in the passenger
Seat
I’ll know you really hung in
There
That’s how I sort the good from the
Best

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