I am in a holding pattern
hovering above my life,
waiting
to respect myself
to live each day
procrastinating until
the time is right
but that time never comes
when I am old
I will travel
I will write
I will create...
But I am old now.
I am in a holding pattern
hovering above my life,
waiting
to respect myself
to live each day
procrastinating until
the time is right
but that time never comes
when I am old
I will travel
I will write
I will create...
But I am old now.
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