Trapped in my mind
With limited time
My life is what I make it
But if I keep faking it
Will I still make it?
It’s a sad song from a blue bird
This carrot in our faces
Happiness
Always dangling a few inches away
Always the dog chasing his tail
You cannot just grab it
It has to come find you
But until then
Circles
-C.H.
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