Slow Beat Sunday

My mind is in a fog

When its a Slow Beat Sunday

My body wants to move, RUN

But I'm in a stun, a trap tailor made for me

Its peaceful this slow beat day

It still pulls me away

What can I do?

My mind doesn't have a clue how simple it is

She thinks I don't care but that's all I do

But we all have a wall

My mind is used to starting over

That's a Slow Beat Sunday.

Author Notes: Photo by David Jusko on unsplash.com

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