Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the heart within the ear.
The burning eye runs the clock
Causing fear of a tear.
Anxiety, panic
There is no disco.
From sadness to manic
With no rum, just pisco.
It’s been a hard day
Wishing upon a star.
Need to play, pray, and sway
Maybe, finally, learn to play the guitar.
Categories: Culture, death, Health, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Dear Miriam
Yes Play Slays Fear
Dancing Singing
Rest of the Way Free
All Becomes A Prayer
Of
Dance
And
SonG WitH SMiLes..:)
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