As an offering of clarity I give to you
A peek into my thoughts
They shift and shift and change up often
For battles internally fought
Against the biggest traitor of all
Tussling with temptations grand and tall
Stubborn so they push each other
Often ending up in a brawl
It seems that poetry offers calm
To my calamity after all
Loving the highs I reach through writing
While hating the sudden falls
Without it in my process daily
Things get missed and trees don't shade me
As the sun beams down on my behavior
Reflecting a taste that's hard to savor
I pause while not expecting Santa Claus
It seems realities been
Exposed through summers sudden falls
While hoping calamity ends
A cold July day is my birthday
Feeling like nothings worth it
Imagine my mind in spinning mode
While trying to write this perfect
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