Fried Eggs



My brain feels fried but it’s just my eggs

a guy on the street gave a shout out to my great legs

There were sundry ways on hand to paralyze my pain

until I learned to persist and come back round again


Coming back round to get my feet on the ground

coming back round to what’s always been true

I have more than all  I lack, in you

Renew my mind in a single stride

is all it takes to move me down this crazy road.


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