"rewined" poems
Life's not an about
It is that
Life's a "what"
The places where you live and die
We only sing for the good ones
Sometimes for the bad plans
But we forget about the grey times
Places in between the lines
The moment when the poles unite
The window where the worlds collide
A place where you run and hide
The starting point, the initial pride
No celebrations left to grind
No grievances either put to high
A resting land to ease your mind
No expectations or thoughts rewined
Learn to care for the one behind
You may fall on your own back
Run through places but leave a track
Come on back, enjoy the sight
You burn yourself with glory now
But be polite and don't pollute
We'll trust, no need to take a vow
Go fly but bring your parachute
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Let's leave behind
A world defined
By what's refined
A broken mind
If you hit rewind
What would have shined?
Were you kind?
Or focused on the grind?
With sight in hind
Find that I had pined
To be intertwined
With you combined
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC