Tough to ask questions amongst unintelligence
We settle at the bottom of the ocean floor
As they set sail upon Endeavor
Inner child, you have a voice - do you not?
May we hear it?
You've been in love before, or so you've thought
Maybe your still in love, though everyone claims your not
Time is of the essence
So silly how your past time is present
How will you move ahead whilst living in the past?
How can you let go, while holding on to what she last said?
To delay anymore would be foolish
As would waiting upon a star to wish
Be Bold, Move On
Dallas Shea Poetry 2010©
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