dream terminators
sudden, unwanted
surprising, undaunted
i try and i swerve
unsuccessful, the nerve
of others who curse
my thoughts intersperse
avoid them i would
if only i could
bumpless and easy
i wouldn't grow weary
but it's the potholes you see
that allow me to be
all that i am
and hope to be
© labujamra
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