One More
I got one more
Before I walk out this door
With wings ready to soar
Thoughts ever crossing the mind
As the sand shifts so does the time
Its a ready set go
Always in a rush
Just slow down and take it all in
Your surrounding so breath taking
Your needs to be more kind
A refined taste
With only whispers of haste
Stale is this race
It is but an empty space for the mind
A blankness with a god awful stare
Are we ever prepared
For what hangs in the air
Welcome to limbo
Please enjoy your stay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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