what’s left to say really
enough written
to never be able to present
it all together
might be it’s own library
someday more words
will fill pages that aren’t
even here yet
thinking what else can be said
that isn’t just senseless babble
sitting standing or not knowing
who holds the pen at times
took a short walk in the snow
tonight saw the stars
as bright as they get
around here much amazement
barely scratched the surface
what’s beneath each new day
tonight won’t stop until
these eyes close for sleep
only goal
wake up each day
waking
up a little more each day…
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