THOUGHTS
I Chipper away at a set of standards I refuse to agree with
One step at a time I see myself moving in place
But still I pedal up that monstrous hill
I grab for a sturdy rock with my left
I bring my right leg wide to stretch my body a balance
A comforting position I find for the next couple of breaths
When I am ready I glance up to see how much further I need to go
I see nothing, but I choose to keep climbing
A product of society
I have no choice but to endure
Then I choose to acknowledge and accept the differences we see
Because it is not what I see that shall help me proceed
But the feeling of your soul is what I need to breath
Free the aged soul and let your wings spread free
The gift of yourself is all we need
Possible Interaction
vast assumption patiently awaits a boil
molecular movement to urge an external movement
a scent of curiosity gliding off the curls of your mane
Indecisive Decision
an error in the algorithm formulating repetition
a CAS 9 which lingers in my code
a blockade of ego-waffle landmines
Lost Opportunity
concurrent myths who sound familiar
one seeks a quick distraction from regretful sadness
chatter in the distance sparks similar attraction