Unfettered Malaise

Jul 12

Walking through life in a slight haze
waiting for the rusted anvil to drop
and expecting that stop sign to bend
is a feeling of unfettered malaise

Feet in the sand, head in the sky
There is no more noise to hear
Ears plugged shut, nose clogged
Holding my breath until tomorrow

Father, certified life coach, writer, podcast host, real estate investor/agent, and sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life.

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