Under Over

I was under my expectations

But overdue

For an adjustment

Of my strained

Blurry vision

From the circular world

That spins

So quietly

Around us

I had hopes to rise

Above the acidic


But for now I see what

Where I am at

And can’t



Rebel Hopes

Rebel Hopes

On the way

To being a renegade spirit

These worn out days

I have ideas

That are not so unique

With words


But I hope to see a


Guided by my own

Divine sight

For wherever I am pulled

I will hold on

To these rebel hopes