The Glove

If the glove fits

But what if it’s not your glove

But found from someone

Else’s mishaps of the day

Rather return the glove

For in time the glove of mankind

Will wrap you with goodness

And that will be

Your place to see

When all is right

It can set you free

Back to Back

Facing the opposite direction

We do not see each other

Our struggles are the

Same

Our voices ring together

But blindly we walk away

As to not help each other

For we can’t help what we can’t see

If only

We could turn around

And see

Other standing right

Next to us

Obnoxious

I was a little wild

In my youth

The memories have

I am glad

I made it through

To see the days

Of a finer wisdom

Upon my life

So I am grateful

To be here

And everyday too

Random Strain

The city life

Of motion

Moves without even knowing

What will come next

And the random strain

That is made from a misstep

Will make you remember

The way the world moves

With us all riding

Along