What’s this for? (4th Oct 2020)

Bones are aching

Blood is raw

All this waiting

What’s this for?

Feet are itching

Limbs are sore

Brain it’s bitching

What’s this for?

Soul is shackled

Lies on show

Ceaseless cackles

What’s this for?

Life is listless

Love is low

Bruised and bristled

What’s this for?

Troughs and peaks

We rise to fall

Famine and feast

What’s this for?

It’s all to know

It’s all to journey

That’s what this is for

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