“Low Battery”
Where went the urgency we once had?
What happened to our fluid flow?
Life got a hold of both of us,
and placed passion in escrow.
Get getting gotten gone,
resolve to start again.
A Once to hang Upon,
beginning nears an end.
The daily grind of living,
smothers spontaneity.
A self-imposed life sentence,
oh, dream of liberty.
End of days, dark silence.
Sitting hand in hand.
A quieted alliance,
is what true love demands.
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