#801-Control
10/10/2019
Scattered,
Like the seconds,
Of a life.
Beautiful,
From above.
Chaotic,
On the ground.
Not sure,
What I’ll do.
Arrange me,
To look good?
Or live the chaos,
That life brings.
All I seek,
Is peace.
No above,
Below,
Or inside.
Life.
Please.
Let me be.
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