Wicked

By Bruce Clifford 

 

Feeling like a million bucks
Precious time and out of luck
Intrigued spaces out of synch
Close your eyes and never blink

Pointed rest stops two and fro
Guided charters in yesterday’s soul
Feeling like a million bucks
All the maniacs who run amuck

Some say I’m wicked
Some say I’m blind
Some say I’m challenged
Some say I’m well timed

Feeling like the more I shake
Lessons learned in a casual break
Calculated motions risk the blur
Close your eyes and create a stir

Some say I’m wicked
Some say I’m blind
Some say I’m challenged

Some say I’m well timed
Wicked and well timed
Wicked and falling out of line
Each and every time

Feeling like a billion bucks
Quiet spaces of beginners luck
Moments of spiraling out in the brink
Trying to find a brief moment to think

©11/28/16 Bruce Clifford

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