Pushing words around a page
Probing luck perhaps to glean
Free reigns to my subconscious
A game of tag lines in-between
Imposing views of forest voices
A rabid rattling tambourine
Staring blankly with eraser poised
I wait my chance to intervene
Laying blame on writing tools
Pencils blunt on paper thin
Sounds of backyard susurration
Restoring heartfelt hope within
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