Pushy Advisors


I could, I know
Or so I thought
Till I woke – Saw

I would if I could
But I can’t
So I shan’t

And as for your
Myriad shoulds
I leave you free

To go play
In your own

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 6, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Pushiness just leads to contrariness….

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