Manacle on a Square Tire


 

Swollen moments have swallowed my shackled spirit.

Taunting me with promises of colorful communion.

Provocations of an infinite reunion.

Yet, what if I cannot bear the step?

Whilst my physical world be dire.

My course, a manacle on a square tire.

If ever this be true…

Let my mind bathe in the warmth of yesterdays fire.

campfire

 

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