Patients

Patience is hard to learn.
I drove like mad to only get lost and found again.
I am ready to work,
I almost want to be a mechanic.

In other places there is trouble.
Regulating these minutes harsh.
Seeking something holy
By wanting an easier ride.

I set my alarm for 7am,
My chainsaw needs fuel lines.
I have spare keys but not for my red socks.

Somewhere in a room
I can feel a lover.
I cannot decide
How I can help them.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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