Thoughts of being grounded as a child jumping from a swing to the survivor of a sharing family that watched you to form your tribe. Another reflection of music that ended up creating a bridge to help me communicate with people outside my brain.
It is a waste of time claiming to know answers that are unknown. Prayers are wasted since the god you pretend to worship cannot hear.
Back to Earth MSK 2019
Posted: February 7, 2023 in #poetry, PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #songwriter
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