A familiar trail leads behind an unchangeable reality.

A familiar trail leads behind an unchangeable reality.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the familiar atmosphere
of life engulfing us all;
the dismal, the ugly,
the unchangeable reality,

the reliable stuff,
the thoughts that
just keeps on,
keeping on regardless

propelled forward
by the inertia of dreams
one flys away
with the thoughts
that write.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 19, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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