Meatloaf
Introducing the new to the old
awkward at best
there's no rest for the wicked
or the juggling man
everything up in the air
It all crashes down
the sound is heartbreaking
the ground is shaking
and the meatloaf is dry
Sometimes I feel like I'm really juggling a lot but I don't think I've got that much on my plate in reality. Maybe if I spent less time thinking or remembering, I wouldn't feel so busy... my time so occupied.
I wish this poem was about you. Maybe it is. Peace out.
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