by Jon Coe

Created on: July 22, 2009

Struggling with my life and who I'm supposed to be
wondering why these things only happen, to me
Throwing a coin into a fountain, I make my wish
tossing a line into an ocean, beginning, to fish

Betting on a rolling wheel, at random placed a bet
blindly tapping in front of me, hoping I will get
Sowing seeds in winter, reaping fruit in the Fall
slowly, but surely, driving my head into a wall

Ironing and starching, the crinkles of my edges
hoping that they won't see me teetering on these ledges
Tugging back and forth, swinging through my head
rose thorns and intentions, hanging by a thread

Strawberries to the left and horizons, to my right
grasses growing greener, getting further out of sight
What I already have, are wishes stirring in a well
oceans of gratitude, inside me, only one can tell

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