Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Spin me ‘round…
three times to be exact.
I’ll click my heels,
bat my eyes,
pull a rabbit from my hat.
Then I’ll dance…
and sing the stupid song.
I’ll entertain,
make you smile,
and pretend there’s nothing wrong.
Then it’s done…
Right back to what we had.
For all to see,
You and me,
Floating through happy… yet sad.
Tori Burris Inkley
4/2/24
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
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