The Ragged Carriage

We are carried in the carriage

Ragged and old

We must find new wheels

New axels

Our carriage can’t carry

Us much longer

Not like this

We are going to break the carriage

Disparage

Can we please fix the carriage

 

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The Wandering Heart

The wandering heart

Is a stranger in a coat

A scarecrow vintage and old

Left me many years ago

 

The wandering heart knows no home

Roaming the land looking for those it knows

But rather unknown

This heart I have

 

The wandering heart is a shed in the forest

Unattended and porous

Moss strewn floors

To young hearts it has been abetted and undone

 

My wandering heart grows cold

Looking for light in a dark circle of a world

Revolving on hearts pumping

Focused on a world of skepticism and critique

 

My heart is growing cold

 

 

 

Recall the Way Out

If I could only recall the way out

The way in was much more difficult

But the easiest seems now whimsical

Overbearing

The thicket of bushes on the left

When we entered

The gargoyle on the right

We passed some rock walls as well

Or maybe not

But somehow

We ended up here

Lost and wandering

Altogether hopeless romantics

Stuck in a world of antics

Critics

Hopeful

Deadbeats

How did we end up here again

Should we start over

Not an option altogether

We had better hope the sun will rise in the east

Set in the west

That will be our best bet

To find our way out