These little walks
Seldom a stroll
Many times a journey
Is where I divulge
Notes penned in my mind
From days in the sun,
To tears in times grey.
I wouldn't honestly care to stop or contemplate
Until I have my peace of mind...
When I don’t,
I seize my chance of juggling my thoughts,
Making them toss and fall until they’re placed
In order of chaos
Pure randomness, with familiar ease
But for how long must this go on?
This continuous sprint, this hurried motion of exhaustion?
I will fail, Newton backing what I say
That all that is ->done comes right back<-the same way.
Unstable, so significantly
Trivial in the heat of past
Heat that makes me shiver,
In all my strength by that gaze
I prefer to stand away,
To perhaps welcome warmth,
The one I gladly give away
Prancing about like a juvenile‘s delight
Perhaps, tonight
I must fall
Like light on a prism
And give myself away
Ahead in time
In a direction unknown
Towards another road not taken.
One on which I will pave with my will, my way.
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