My Head Aches

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  1. Posted May 26, 2021 at 6:45 pm | Permalink

    Of night and day, in equal measure, A blending of dreams with the real, Maybe moments you treasure, A coming together of all sides into one body and soul, In the flow they tumble and roll, What’s to become of it all ? The end result, What’s the reason for all the tumult, It’s just the thought process, A coming to terms, With whomever you are, On entering my dream you have left the door ajar, A past lye’s beyond that threshold , it would go for miles, If it were to unfold, But we give it no mind to all of that stuff, The road walked was surely tough, But wait tomorrow is a new day, A new dawning of orange light, So get going your outa sight, Let faith be my guide, Because on this train of life, I am on for the ride.
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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