The struggles

When life seems as it took the wrong u-turn

The vision between dreaming thoughtfulness

Becomes shallow of your own ride between these 4 walls

Called the struggling wall of your own theory

From the destruction of your own pass of built struggles from others

Laughing but creating there own fictional character

Not knowing my struggles deeper than the roots of its self

Than thee ocean pit of the bottom of the swamp seas

And the wooly wool deepest blackest green part of of the creases of each tree

Running across and under neath each

Gliding swiftly tree

Passing each and every one of my struggle words by the garden of the leaves

Advertised it as pain

But me knocked the pain down to my struggles of my strength

The one thats being describe is that 3 image kind

Called the built up Crooked eye

Staring a far

Hope you loose your leaves behind

For more you turns in your life

So think don’t ride anothers journey for your thoughtful u-turn ride

I can dream of my own struggle of my own hope and dreams

Published by Kg-sexcastelocash ORIGINAL BLOGSPOT

Blogger, Author,Editor,Poet,BLOGGER Broadcaster,YouTuber ,sing on #starmaker , #and smule Administrator

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