Too many troubles can get you down and run out of control, you wonder when it will end.
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I look, but do not see
what it is to be free.
Free from the daily grind.
Free from the thoughts
that run through my mind.
Too many troubles
to contend with.
Truth or myth,
that things will get better.
It’s like a domino effect.
Too many turns to dissect.
I question all things of late.
Too much red tape.
I don’t mean to hate,
I guess it’s a family trait.
A bad attitude it is,
but gee-whiz.
I’m not saying that I’m perfect,
though I do tend to reflect
back over things
that I do quite often.
I do also tend to soften
the older I get.
Not so harsh, but yet
always quite firm.
Maybe one day I will learn
how it is that I should be.
I just want all the troubles
to go away and let me be.
Take a hike without me.
Then I will see
what it is to be free.
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