~Scatterbrained~
Life was so much easier when I was only two.
There were far less people to know, places to go and things to do.
If I got tired, I could just take a nap,
But now it seems that even my dreams are filled with running laps.
Is it any wonder that we can't even seem
To find the time to take a breath
Without filling it with things?
Things are nice, and so are places,
And people have such happy faces,
But sometimes we need a break
Before we become broken.
Scatterbrained I have become
I'm lost and I can't find myself
Behind all the paperwork and projects
That I was supposed to finish yesterday.
Isn't there any time to play?
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Great poem.
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I'm done with sea and tides and waves,
my faith in hope means i am not lost anymore.
~Shanti Pyaar
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~God is my Hero.~
"Do good, O LORD, unto those that be good, and to them that are upright in their hearts. " ps. 125:4
"When Satan reminds you of your past, remind him of his future."
Love is what I give you, And peace is what I wish you. ~Shanti Pyaar
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