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Embryonic thoughts, plague the best of me
Incipient beginnings, not where I wish to be
Maturity has abandoned me, in very many ways
Passing by the hours, watch them turning into days
Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn
I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn
Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not
Maybe I finally did grow up, perhaps I just forgot
The Daily Post: Inchoate
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Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn
I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn <—–Powerful
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And I really am…
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Good
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It’s good to be a pawn? lol
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Lol. Damn I am blind. lol. No it is no good
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I knew what you meant, just teasing 🙂
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I don’t know what was first, image or words but the interpretation of the image is very interesting.
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Words. I got lucky on the image. It covered more than one interpretation 🙂
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So, that is really awesome!!
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Yes, it is!!
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😊
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you, my friend! ❤
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Nice!
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Thank you very much, Sir Walt! ❤ 🙂
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You’re very welcome ☺
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“Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not” This hurts so much. But beautiful summary of life tho. 💙
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Thanks so much, Jack. When you deal with an ‘invisible” disability, the world can be very cruel. ❤
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Fabulous !
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Thank you very much, Michael! ❤
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