by Matthew Sharp

habit of moving around
and nothing sticks
and when it does
its drug away
balancing on momentum
like riding a bike
ideas and words fade into oblivion
going and go
limbs where never meant
to be able to reach
what the heart
has forgot to teach


Author's Note:

Posted on 08/30/2008
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/30/08 at 08:35 PM

Nice write Matthew. Especially the last four lines!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/31/08 at 08:14 PM

From one nomad to sucks. I know.

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