Mired

29th September 2022

I can’t tell the kangaroos for the eyes,
the madmen from the wise,
the nonsense from the lies,

yet shackled am I to this existence (I feel I never asked for),

my time spent catching in the rye,

sanity, in reprise,

…living life,

…mired.

 

Prompt: Can’t tell a kangaroo for the eyes

 

 

Wildflowers amongst ruins,
Inca Trail, Peru.,

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