Does the quality or quantity of contemplation determine the threshold necessary for action?
Can I plug my emotions into an equation that will animate my feelings for me?
After all, I can’t be held responsible for how I feel

When will I know the past passed?
Is this test my last task?
I don’t stop to smell the flowers I gotta gas mask
Down time is fermented in an oak cask

The tulips still dance when the air sits still
A calm breeze implores them to bow to the sun
The trees stand unwavered, awaiting approval from the big beautiful burning ball in the sky
Stained by warmth, a soft subtle sailing wind Embraces them
The dance, carries on

I put hellopoetry behind me because every time I read my old poems, it brought back the bad times with her. Was it the bad times I wanna forget? Or is the realization that the past may not have passed...

Steeping sleep is creeping deep, reaping steep leaping bleeps

Stumble in
Watch your step
Room is blurry
Almost tripped
A night at the bar
Could've kept you walking straight
Instead you stayed home
Another night
You just had too much to think