Aspirations Leaving


Sometimes my aspirations fly away
from me,
they get stuck in second gear,
losing wind and lift.

Sometimes I think, I think too much,
sometimes I think, I don’t think enough.

Oh what a web I weave,
with all my aspirations leaving me
for another lover,
an idea kissed my inspirations
as they transformed into aspirations.

Poor poor fool I turned out to be,
I became its tool.

It was nothing without me.

Aspirations and me
too soon we decided to leave.

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