Driving slow but feeling fast
my heart beats out of my chest.
There is nothing more distracting
than undue anticipation.
I know I wont be happy,
I'm convinced those around wont like me.
Oddly enough I am going into
a room where people already know me.
So why all the rumbling
in the brain cage?
This is the way I see life every day;
unless I can get a spiritual solution.
Copyright 12-19-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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