Pushing ahead
In a world
Half alive
Half dead
Tomorrow is
Another day
Another chance
To be
Free
Pushing ahead
In a world
Half alive
Half dead
Tomorrow is
Another day
Another chance
To be
Free
Another round
This time
It’s off kilter
But done in a way
That makes me happy
Today
Not to late in the summer
Or in the early fall
The ladybugs come out
To be seen by all
Some polka dotted
Others red and yellow
The Ladybug Season
Is where the
Times change from
Summer solstice to winter
Nights
Ahead
Of what season is coming
Humdrum feelings
Deep in a tissue
In the mind
Of my moving brain
I have this overwhelming
Bitterness
But no pain
So to the nights of
Lackluster review
I move on
To try another view
I was alway a stubborn
Child
With wild eyes
Focused
On a goal
Since I was little
It’s the only life
I know
To focus and stay
Committed
To the
Goal
Written in the day
Are the words
Of a new conclusion
The hopeful
Start
To a full and loving
Delusion
But I would rather be
Delusional in a world
That is fully
Bent
On being
Backwards
Withstanding
A new path
None of us
Have the answers
So I look
Everywhere for hope
Of what to do
To make the world
A better place
Write today
Write tomorrow
Write to be free
From the words
That have been
Your greatest
Sorrow
Sow seeds
Of hope
With every
Word you speak
And speak up
When the time comes
For the anger within
Can slowly be
Undone
Why such
Anger
In a bitter
Way of making
Life
Grey
From the onset
Of a beautiful day
So I resist
This bitterness
Today
And
Again
I have begged
Borrowed
But never stolen
What was not mine
To take
Ethics
Have long gone
From this world
But I do believe
In a world
That can be better
And create
It
Myself