On this
Eve-of Aurora night
It can easily appear that
Every life is a cloudy draw.
If you can’t sit,
Can’t ride, the melancholy
And the expectations, then
The storm and the roads
Gonna see you off.
I tend to disregard
The obvious fact that
That we will never catch up,
Concentrate instead on
Singing my beetle-shadow loves
And dancing my
Sometimes-satisfaction lives.
Loved the write, loved the ending, the wording is really enticing 🙂
This poem reminds me that what I focus on matters most, and is usually more fun anyways…!