these things bubble up
pop pop
dont stop
in my brain
driving me
to i dont know where
and i dont care
right now im just trying to enjoy this frantic ride
you see
its killing me
not to be
something more
but whats in store
i cant see past all the fog
and so i go
i dont know
but baby steps take me
to where it is i am to be
and all these things
keep pop pop ing
up
and all these things
they wont shut up
and rise to the top
so they can
be heard
be seen
i mean
i know they need their voice
they have no choice
but too many bubbles
and im bound to drift away
and im bound to drift away
*pop*
1 comment:
great use of photo and poem...creative way to arrange the photo!
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