Time means nothing
a world apart
and truth in black lines
is still subjective
Concrete emotions blend into surroundings
and the mix perplexes those
who cannot live in the gray clouds
of a pending storm
But boy does that rain smell good
the peace in the falling change
lulls the heart into a trance
hypnotic rhythms change the beat of a dying heart
Alive or almost so
the dancing droplets look like
jellyfish flowing through life
in a grace one can never hope to achieve
Life provides the weapons to win
and the power to combat all
that comes to harm
but it does not hand us discernment
To choose to fight for or against
to be who we choose or who we believe
to trust love and doubt choices
or trust choices and doubt love
We are the warriors of our destiny
in a land that never teaches us to fight
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
Time means nothing
a world apart
and truth in black lines
is still subjective
Concrete emotions blend into surroundings
and the mix perplexes those
who cannot live in the gray clouds
of a pending storm
But boy does that rain smell good
the peace in the falling change
lulls the heart into a trance
hypnotic rhythms change the beat of a dying heart
Alive or almost so
the dancing droplets look like
jellyfish flowing through life
in a grace one can never hope to achieve
Life provides the weapons to win
and the power to combat all
that comes to harm
but it does not hand us discernment
To choose to fight for or against
to be who we choose or who we believe
to trust love and doubt choices
or trust choices and doubt love
We are the warriors of our destiny
in a land that never teaches us to fight
