Disturbed, perturbed,
head in hands just sittin on this curb
all choked up and can't find the words,
but I'm still feel free, yes I'm like a bird
flying across the sky to where I can finally be heard,
My vision blurred,
speech slurred,
Mind still wondering, cuz I'm stuck on one verb
thats got my blood pumping, thoughts stirred
on how life can sometimes be absurd,
And I wonder like Mr. Hughes what happens to a dream deferred,
knowing if I spit it out now it could be like a curse word,
vulgar, mean, and true, but by writing it here it has now been transferred
from my mind to yours, a passing has occurred.
so back to the beginning where I was on the curb,
head in hands, this verse is like a healing herb,
A smile comes upon me, happiness, a feeling preferred,
and all because I know true healing from a verse of written word.
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