Never feeling, "quite right"... So then comes the question WHAT?...What IS right?... Years that have passed When we'd hope THEY would last--- (Those "feelings" so great) So much on our plate Like a feast of King Henry the 8th A man one should hate... But we ALL like to feast! And to feast and to feast! We all want to "fill up" Like gluttons, we "chill up!!" Then CRY when we're down Like some sad, lonely clown... Begging "forgiveness" From A God so within us That we're blind by the blindness Of our own human-kindness... Creatures with faults Creatures so measured--- By all that we FEEL... What's deemed garbage Or treasure?!... Blessing or curse? For better or worse? All I know is it's been A REAL HEADY RIDE!Birth sign: Pisces
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