Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
Tree sways as wind builds Mighty trunk creeks in protest Car hides under bush
Soul Doc
Too tired to exist In conscious state but clinic Shuns napping at work
Whirring noise machine In the corner floods ears with Gentle sounds of wind
Feeling unrested Foggy mind and cloudy eyes Why did sleep elude
Scheduled posts Give illusions of Productive minds
In the game of life There is a constant battle Between needs and wants
Darkness takes my thoughts Down paths I no longer Desire to travel
The real mystery Lay not in the questions But among twisted answers
Acquisitions mount Social media empire grows Where will it all end
Stacked like the wood Waiting their turn in the fire Ideas in my mind
