Frozen standing in my mind.
Silence of the deafening kind.
A perfect balance of right and wrong.
Shamelessly aware of where I belong.
No angst or worry or dirty air,
No shooting pain with every stair.
Liberated thought in a sea of blue,
Abandoned search for all that's true.
Self protected and bolted in,
resisting all my gypsy sin.
Back to back I grab my friend,
He holds me tight and blocks the wind.
Look at us now, pulling the plow,
defeated and not giving up somehow.
The warmth of the sun on his aging face,
maybe we can survive this place.
Just then a shake befalls the ground.
my heart in my throat begins to pound.
Letting go, of I don't know,
going where the wind blows?
Strong leaves grow close and shelter me.
At last I have a friendship tree.
I am my own worst enemy.
They unwilling provide bounty.
And then the backbone falls apart,
resorting to it's likely art.
But we hold firm, and decide to check,
Where that leaves us...I don't know yet.
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