My feet become kin to this chlorophyll floor
Blue air gaped in my lungs
One can see how the heart becomes attached
To what we swore we’d never call home

Though the weight of promised gold doesn’t equate
To a few blades of grass
Too soon we will see
The riches we have
So frivolously passed

****** and desolate earth
Oh so beautifully cold
The merging of an endless light to the old

The King’s gates beckon
All hearts will be reckoned

At the end
At the last

Find me in the present
Cause All I see is the past
And when the future looks bleak
This feeling is all that will last

We try and say “Come what May”
And “This too shall pass”
But honestly these thoughts have never seemed so crass

So here’s to happiness
And living another day
What’s there to see when all the world is grey

I’m dying for a shade of green
Or maybe a hue of blue
But red is all that comes to mind when all the roads lead to you

See, even though I look out this window and see nothing but clouds
Love will describe the color of the sunset
When theres no daylight to be found

The difference in falling feet first and head first

The head tells us to traverse the streets for free thought gained - though we are always being pulled away from that moment.

Think

Overthink

How do we perpetuate?

The feet pull in tandem
Brave and long for a pump of blood to fill the blank void of energy
“Don’t think, just do”
Disregard the troubled thoughts

Just keep walking
Just keep walking

Both are dependent on the heart

The road calls us forward
Off the beaten path

Yours and mine; Will they merge or pass?

Broken street lamps
lead to such great heights
And these moments are just a fleeting trice

So whats there to gain in a paper-thin life?

A vapor, a miasmatic mist evaporated by the solstice light?

All we seem to do is destroy all that we know.

Are we just a mess, a light without its glow?

As I traverse these streets, kings rise and fall
And then I start to wonder how I can see at all.

Whats sight without light?
Ocean without water?
Air without wind?
And a flame without fire?

The light that guides the way forward
Lights the beacon home
And as I sojourn in this life
I dream of golden streets where Ill roam