Air tight holdings
Unknowing
That the future
Has it’s own play
Of going
And letting go
Air tight holdings
Unknowing
That the future
Has it’s own play
Of going
And letting go
An ambiguous shape
Of unknown proportions
World of unknown lies
My own distortions
Run through my head
As I try to make
Sense of the light
Passing through
My eyes
It could have been the cold
It might have been the rain
However it was meant to be
It came
A snotty lip
On a New York street
Has got me all bothered
But my cool I have
To keep
Better than today
Will be everyday
It is a small improvement
From everyday
To push forward with
A hope to improve
And grow
Through knowledge
And experience
Another way
Starts with another approach
To another day
Feeling frustrated
Is only alleviated
With actions
To set a course of correction
To put yourself out there
With no hopes of protection
Another way exists
Out here in life
We just have to find it
Before we find the
Afterlife
A beautiful start
To a unique day
All the feels
A whole new way
Rise and shine
To make the most
Mornings meal of jam and toast
So here is to the new start
I feel it in my bones
Barren times
With left out measures
Nothing left
For simple pleasure
Or ideas
To be created
When the times roll thin
I have to think to stay involved
Rather than trying to win
Up again
Throughout the thick and thin
I learn to make myself
Give my all
Again and again
Barely known
Only starting
Learning and grown
Wise through errors
And efforts
Through these we develop
Our skin
To pick ourselves up
And begin
Again
Post on
Write a few words
And let the feeling
Roll along
In a way
That has meaning and
Connection
Don’t worry about
Protegtion
Be honest
Be true
These days
That’s all you can
Do