Standard

True for me and probably true for you too.

Simply Poetry

Direction

All twisted up like the hinges on the door I slammed
Or the spirals on this notebook that I can’t seem to find the right words for
A difficult transition but reaching the same destination
The straight path is narrow and it requires a lot of patience

Everything has its own direction
Nobody really knows where they’re going

Copyright 2013 Ta’Mesha Smith

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