Lost and Not Found

Will we circle back

To where it all began

In hopes of having a

Stable world

But it seems

As the world breaks

At the seams

All have doubled

On what has been lost

With not attempt

To find

What truth

May be left

Behind

Morning Blood

At first sight

There was hope

But then blood was drawn

With one poke

Of the eye

With the social feed

Roaring with fire

And stoked wherever you go

There was morning blood

Drawn

Even if you didn’t

Know

A Daily Science

Is there a science

To the perfect day

From start to finish

No other way

Of looking at the same

Pieces to the puzzle

Hiding from the fears

Embracing the struggle

These are the acts

Behind making the most

Of the moments we are given

My Own Tune

I have learned

A certain rhythm

Or my own tune

A style unique

But familiar

When I ask

To far

Or too soon

Repairs needed

When it comes

Undone

But for now

A small victory

Can be taken