Rambling Mess

Rambling Mess

By Allie Marie
My head is faster than my heart;

my heart is quicker than my mind.

I’m out of focus with stretched limits

as I read the signs as I run out of time.

If the only burden is regret, we all wear it.

Still, we like to share.

I’m driving somewhere, but no where.

I can talk to radio and go on and on.

I’m my own rambling mess

on a shared street to success.

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