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The road to all that's the same
by Kimberly BauerTime sways as the pendulum swings
but I am stuck inside a hole.
All passing moments float above me
Unaware of my existence.
Progression knows no crime in this lifetime.
As I swing in the playground of stagnation.
Years may pass but will never hold a candle
to my goals that serve better as a painting. 12/27/2009 Posted on 12/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 12/29/09 at 11:34 PM Hi Kimberly, and welcome to Pathetic :)
I empathize with your words here, which have accurately illustrated a great sentiment of those whom want to constantly improve. I enjoy poems like these as they remind me to give myself a swift kick in the arse.
Best of luck!
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