Sep 2019
There is no time left in my life
For fitted dreams and windless sheets
For trees without low limbs to climb
For years without ever seeing the sea
There is only that which stands here between
The hopes
The plans
The quiet dreams
And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being — And for the sake of those who walk beside
That there ought to be more in me to find
For fitted dreams and windless sheets
For trees without low limbs to climb
For years without ever seeing the sea
There is only that which stands here between
The hopes
The plans
The quiet dreams
And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being — And for the sake of those who walk beside
That there ought to be more in me to find
A verse about searching. About the realization of moving and time passing. People changing and the earth spinning.
Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.
And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.
See ya!
Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.
And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.
See ya!
