No Name
A mere Poem one might think
derived from pure Ethereal ink
Mentalities stood still in a pond of self doubt
Like holding time up for ransom
Drinking from leaky faucets
Pollution from magic potions
unbearable indecisive moments like this
Creation of Brain waves that splash cities
Hyper active contractual electro-motive forces
Decision makers jotting down your historical data
Locomotives fueling your energetic mobility
taking chances to advance or enhance
That next stage to step foot upon
Paper no-longer existent to a pointless author of Prose
Poetry by Mike Pugh owner of FPC-Virtual.com
Feel free to check out his other ramblings from his
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Additional poetry coming soon, this is a first of his on Steem.