Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2015
The sky
is an ever fleeting masterpiece
and I've outgrown the confines
slapped on my abilities and mind
when I walk down the path
we're all shackled to,
but never question why.

The crowded path it too lonely
so I take one for me only.

I am as
vast
dynamic
ephemeral
as
the sky
when I look through my mind's eye.
Ryan Frisby
Written by
Ryan Frisby
Please log in to view and add comments on poems