Sitting here passing the time
My actions are like those of a mime;
Looking out the window watching things go by
And in the house nothing changed and all I can do is sigh.
Wishing I could change things with a twinkle of my nose
Yet that will never happen everyone knows;
But if I could with the house I would start
Building rooms and cleaning as swifly as a dart.
Poems are like my imagination and truth intertwined
In words it's truth I hope to find;
But it's also how I get all my feelings out
For this is what my heart and soul are all about.
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