rhythms of my thoughts
leaving paw prints between the lines
of all my unwritten verses;
a cold chill pierces my body
cutting through the warmth of
the surrounding serentiy that
keeps me free and clear of doubt;
a herd mentality keeps a focus
oiver the memores we share
and while our approach is different,
we maintain several commonalities;
vibrations of circumstance change
our timelines and purposes
while maintaining stability in
the life we have always borrowed;
tides of cocnfusion push ups back
into time as returning black cats
fumble with their purposed...
on top of the graves of memories;
our journeys end as theybegun
we are no better off than before
older and worn by the weather
resistent to heat and cold;
the winds blow through the
cavities of our spirits leaving
our tired souls on the ground
for the next generation to find.
27 September 2021
No comments:
Post a Comment