Life has become watered down To the point of distillation. Don’t tell me this is a revelation, Three-day vacations. One-minute ruminations. Lowered expectations. Postponed renovations. Unrealized innovations. Someone add some lime, And a little sugar too. To the sky that lost its potency. This old world. This watered down zoo.
Provide some light in a dark room. Stand up and make a stand in the gloom. Take a stance against what is wrong. Start now, you’ve already taken too long. It’s crumbling at our feet. No refuge on a dirty street. Perfume and linen. Cannot hope to rise. Things can only get worse I surmise. So form a testament and stick to your guns. Shine in goodness. When evil comes do not run. Stand firm in turmoil. And tower above it all. Or lose yourself in the depths. Begin to…read more
What am I suppose to do when life drains the color from the sky? Can I just blink away, The apple of my eye? Separate the way? Win the day? Smile, pushing through doubt, fear and the possibility to interfere. A heart pure rescued or a dive in the swamp, searching for the lost darkness.