Читать книгу Distracted Thoughts - L.F. dos Santos - Страница 29

The road is thorny and severe

she tempts to hold her mind focussed

bustling around.

Gabbing some excuses.

Tomorrow will be the same,

like the ant type genesis

every pheromone trails

leads to an accurate target.

People rush every single day

stress feeds nerves, consumes tolerance.

Stop lamenting,

routine is not a bad thing,

weeping around in every edge