The energy in the air has found wind,
it took off
Looking back was only
I
The whole time, it was only
I
Now the days off,
look like every other
The sun wasn't lying,
The moon kept it secret
all this time,
a lie.
Feelings of butterflies,
aggregating
with vivid ideas
hence,
the lamentation

®KS

And there I saw your face in the high waters,
it was ugly.
I hated it because you discovered,
the real me.
Unselfish and wanting to distribute,
unconditional love,
Original
falls short of an expression.
I lost the sight of you along the hot water
it was love
it looked like
lust.

Driving tractor-trailers,
We switch gears because we feel the gear is giving out,
because there is a hill or curve approaching.
We learn that we are to inspect our tractor and trailer before
and,
after each trip.

In life,
our tractor motor is our soul,
our body is the tractor.
We are driving along the road of life.
Some of us are still learning how to switch gears.
Many of us don't know when a curve is approaching,
nevertheless a hill.
Many people inspect their bodies,
forget they have a soul.

®KS

Imagine discovering yourself
what you love,
what excites you,
what makes you cry of joy.
All because you now know more about you,
Your happiness is cut short.
Everyone around you,
abandons what you think is true.
Now imagine they all tell you
it's not real.
Your excitement just comes and goes.
Although you cannot stare at what brings you joy
for too long because of tears
it is just
an illusion.

®KS