Poem: Just talking

I have a story to tell, but I cannot find the words.

It involves the one thing we all need.


Something that has never been the water, but I am constantly drinking it.

Leading the way to victory, but always worrying about defeat.

Not knowing the feeling of holding someone’s hand, because you are so used to holding your own.

There is not I in team, but you are tired of being left alone.

Is there an apple that will fall from the tree, and you will be able to eat?

I am just talking right now, but am I for real?

Guess the truth will tell.

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