False humility
Yellow hands grasping
For something of substance
Just a shred of light
Whatever’s left
More than a typical night
A few more winks to spare
Funny how mornings we
Don’t have to be anywhere
It’s time to get up and
In days that require us
To be there we could
Lay down for hours
Garden is thriving
Thinking about what we
Do it all for why do the
Tomatoes grow
And who for?
Not enough books on the wall
To solve the crime
The birds in the yard spoke
Back and forth about a time
Chattering something of
Love and momentary lapse
Afterthoughts
Colored world in black and white
Any attempt to register the truth
Of the matter comes out in a
Sound of laughter and
Wishful thinking
Could’ve been more pets
Also kids school immersion
Lots of things we built towards
Caught it almost before the
Rest of the illusion shattered
No turning back
Freedom and pieces of my mind
Evaporating the us factor
Was it luck?
Maybe death or hard work
Living for nothing
Hoping for everything
While the birds click back
He did it for you!
I did it for us!
I did it for us!
© GÄ
Poétique 