if God was an Englishman | poetry series (3)

Dont you know that my mother’s heeling
And how im still wasting time

Don’t you kow that your cold-warm heart beat
Is still setting fire

Don’t you know that we’re still not moving
until i've settled my desires

And that I’m still confusing
time well spent and time expired

Don’t you see that when I’m here bleeding
and I really don't have the time

Don't you know what drives me crazy?
I can't make peace with my surroundings

 

Just sunsets on horizons

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