Taking The Time
The words are there In the back of my mind
Buzzing like bees And so I take the time
The time to appreciate the good and the bad
The time to look up at the sky and think about all the world has to offer
And what you have to offer it in return
Time to write all of my dreams, my goals, and fantasies...
But also time to write out my guilt, anger, and frustration at the world
And to take the time that I can express those dream, goals, doubts, and frustrations
When many others can't To be yourself you have to take the time
And when I take the time the buzzing of those bee-like words slows
And I am myself
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