Acute
Degree
Why that
descent into cloud?
What
decided or who to invent blue?
It’s not
when the sun shines that reality is true
But in
the dark when the wind rattles you
The
silence that loneliness breeds
You’re
the only one among the trees
Hear the beauty
of the wind
So find
the positive thru’ mind
Does it
take away the solitary confine?
No fence
or wall is needed to make a prison
Just be
one that nobody knows
The curse
of the introvert contrary to flows
See how
easy it’s to be free?
Not all
that it’s cracked up to be
Our mind
punishes racing at calculating speed
Mistakes
that crash and burn indeed
No comments:
Post a Comment