Dec 2019
The breath spent
Sweat that the soaks the earth and your work
Tell me why the time doesn't stop
So we rush to the next job
So we spend more breath
Waste more sweat
My open book calls me
Relaxing another poem from my mind
Setting my eyes on the next peak
A mountain worth the heaviest breath
The most sweat
A mountain that brushes against the blue sky
A sky barely wide enough to write my whole story
There is a mountain for me
A lone mountain
A cold mountain
Sweat that the soaks the earth and your work
Tell me why the time doesn't stop
So we rush to the next job
So we spend more breath
Waste more sweat
My open book calls me
Relaxing another poem from my mind
Setting my eyes on the next peak
A mountain worth the heaviest breath
The most sweat
A mountain that brushes against the blue sky
A sky barely wide enough to write my whole story
There is a mountain for me
A lone mountain
A cold mountain
Time and time again I lose sight of myself in the chaos of growing up and getting older. Please don't waste your time on wasteful people, just keep yourself in front and the focus of your energy. I'm back in the lap of Mt. Tam and I couldn't be happier.
