Wade Johnson

Seconds turn into minutes

The hand moves around the clock

Time moves on without a break

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Uniquely innovative

I'm in writing exile

Feeling contented with my rhymes

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At times I feel feeble

That my body has reached its limit

Almost dilapidated

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Living in the green meadow

They stand perfectly still

Basking in the sunlight of the day

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Have you ever felt curious,

Enough to step off its ledge?

To see how far one would fall

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The first light of day

Upon the sky's canvas colors are drawn

A fresh day is about to begin

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When my life is over

Upon my toe they'll hang a tag

My eyes have been eternally shut

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During life we need an intermission

So we can correct our flaws

To help fix our mistakes

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Today was just bad

But night came and day went away

Feeling hopeful

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Stop the cynical contempt

Your emotions are slurred

Be gracious and helpful

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