My buried musical notes

I scribble my work notes
Keeping my guitar aside
My song hangs in the air
As in my daily rut, I slide

The pen writes deep
Impressions go beyond
It takes its toll
Smudges my happy song

I need to pull back
Sit back and relax a little
There is the sand that flows
Through the hour glass so brittle

I pick my guitar
I strum my tune
I have a life to sing
I am not stopping too soon




Published by Echoes of the soul

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