Why you gotta make me chase you
Make me scream
Put a hold on all my dreams
Ditch the members of my team
Fill my mind with useless steam
Make me swim a mile upstream
Where is your wisdom I can glean
Chasing a feeling, a sexy meme
Living out my wounded child’s dream
But now I see I’m losing steam
I’m all used up
It’s become obscene
Chasing highs
And falling hard
Living life
Catching myself off guard
I want to float off from the clouds
Live a grounded life, is that allowed?
Dopamine
You’re not on my team
I’ll call you
Don’t call me
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Published by Gila Daman
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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