Fingers in Pies

Posted on August 21, 2012

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Exasperated he is
For he’s trying to do
Too much
Wanting everything
Yesterday
Fingers in pies
He has too many

He let time slip
By, now he’s awake
He devours
Knowledge like food
Wanting it all
For a long time
Asleep, now hears his call

His mind racing
Too much going on
Here he can’t think straight
Needs space to think
Somewhere his mind
Will fly free
Eyes open, no longer blind

Away distractions, away
This he pleads
But deep within
He’s his own enemy
Parrying and thrusting
The sabre in and through
His heart, crazily beating

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