Blow the whistle
Hear the rumble
Rolling in your chest
With tracks bound down
And feet locked east
These carousels a crest
Around and round
With heels of steel
And steam so deep to mist
As a southbound train
He whistles now
And his heart she travels west
The best writes have no thought or self judgement attached. They just are, as is, as they're meant to be. Stop planning your life down to the hour and live it. Enjoy it. Every minute of it. Please.
