Torn
Torn between right and wrong
Lost notes, rest, bars, of a song,
A lifeless shell, crab moved out
Is this what life is all about?
Feelings jumbled like toss salad
Reality plays low a lovely ballad
Can I possibly make sense at all
Probably not, hang up don’t call.
Clear head, clear thoughts, I pray
Intently listening for what you say
Point me in the direction meant
Give me a sign, it was God sent
CDK
5-5-2026
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Cynthia Keffer
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