Starfish

IndecisiveSo many voices None helping you choose So many choices Those chances you could lose No one knows Everything's yours to make The doors are now closed You're a second too lateIndecisive


Grass in My ApplesauceIn the lunchtime shade Food in tray, tray on lap Peaceful but for a bird's chirping Blissfully, unknowingly Chipping away and a tree's sore spotsGrass in My Applesauce
Snapping a branch No longer a gentle giant Along with the lightly gusty breezes Blowing grass Soiling perfectly good applesauce
Food's not food unless it's edible, But you'll never know until it's your turn to taste it.
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-stop- wasting oxygen
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-stop- wasting oxygen
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