I FEEL RESTLESS

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I feel restless, senseless, legless.

The dance of limbo, here though? Oh, no.

Hell bent, well spent, my moving, moving on.

 

The game of wait, of check mate, of too late.

This stands to make, my time here, homely.

 

If only.

 

The mail man would bring me my gold.

 

I am restless, breathless, and more or less.

Stressed yes, but I taste the finish line before me.

Adore me, score me, wrap me up and bore me.

Into a Christmas bow, I know.

 

My time here is over, sober, thinking of the snow fall in new.

With you. 

Walls, halls, windows and doors, to breathe amongst the trees.

Please.

 

Let it be true.

 

I feel restless, senseless, legless.

The dance of limbo, here though? Oh, no.

Hell bent, well spent, my moving, moving on.