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Hesitate
Shadows on the grass
The Sun hangs high above
Cars laze down my street
The wind makes that sound I love
It's one of those days
That being alive isn't so hard
I awoke in sort of a daze
My resolve seemed less charred
Now it's just a question
That hangs above like the almighty Sun
But I know that hesitation
Always dots my question-marked fun
The Sun hangs high above
Cars laze down my street
The wind makes that sound I love
It's one of those days
That being alive isn't so hard
I awoke in sort of a daze
My resolve seemed less charred
Now it's just a question
That hangs above like the almighty Sun
But I know that hesitation
Always dots my question-marked fun
Published 22nd Aug 2014
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- Edited 16th May 2018 10:06pm
24th Aug 2014 7:00am
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26th Aug 2014 5:04pm
Thanks so much! I understand though, I was playing with metaphoric-ish language I suppose.
I was trying to say that my tendency to hesitate always impedes in me having any fun.
It "dots my question-marked fun" referring to the "?" as in it causes me to question whether or not my "fun" will be rained upon by my constant questioning attitude.
I was trying to say that my tendency to hesitate always impedes in me having any fun.
It "dots my question-marked fun" referring to the "?" as in it causes me to question whether or not my "fun" will be rained upon by my constant questioning attitude.
