These city streets are empty and cold
Devoid of life
Not a soul walks here but me
Alone in a world of sadness and pain
With tattered mind
And a broken heart

Life is a harsh endeavor
Joy sparse and brief
Tragedy lurks around the corners
One can do nothing to avoid
So I march head on into it
Embracing my fate

Nothing lasts forever
Save one thing, Death
So to death I walk
With my head held high
Hoping to find a more hospitable place
Than this Earth

Two trees stood in a wood
Three saplings grew beneath

One tree killed suddenly
in a storm misunderstood

The other dies slowly
from infestation

One sapling is transplanted
to another place out of sight
from the other two

Two are left
But one has turned towards
the sun

and the other

back to the stumps behind

so they no longer see each other

The farmer needs to move his produce to market
But the harness for the mule is broken
And won't be fixed for another day

The farmer needs to go to market
but can't until the harness is fixed
The wagon wants to feel the road beneath its wheels
but can't until the harness is fixed
The harness wants to help but can't
it won't be fixed for another day
or so the tack man says
The produce knows that it needs to get to market soon
But can't until the harness is fixed
The mule?
He's happy in the barn and hopes
The harness is never fixed

sometimes I write goodbyes
to prepare for hellos
and maybe that's why
they like me
(when I'm distant)

I would like to
go to that place
where you are
in the sun, where
we are maybe like souls
without bodies
stolen in the wind

There was too
much hope in
that brownie
with the single
candle but I
wished on it

anyway