Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Irrational fear of opportunity.
Say you go to a diner and eat some food
Where does it say it has to be good?
Someone looks up and says, this is your day...........
By the edge of the land skys of crimson overhead
Breath of fire descending a spiral course of action
Reciprocate the advances cautiously
Taken from a place of shelter
Headed up by a master of nothing
A quick wit followed by the shadows of doubt
Creeping vines slowly choke the potential
Leaving only remorse to consider and embrace
Hell of a way to meet, shallow breath
Sand beneath shifts with the tide
I am born to the ocean, return to health
Followed by the children of the sea.