The breeze blows Allowing for the flow Neither this way or that The wind moves in the direction it pleases The brisk breeze plays in the way it wants
By Christopher Beard2 months ago in Poets
Some just come to play You don't have to pay Especially on a sunny day Might be a different story when it is grey
It seemed like something odd Wasn't sure if we could get even Maybe it was something a bit weird We weren't sure if it would ever be cleared
It was in the darkness hiding This was the new situation I was finding Seemed like this would be forever binding
It shouldn't be the case But you would understand if you knew the place It will drive you crazy at this pace
Couldn't see anything Sitting in the morning Feeling that the air was so crisp It was something that was hard to resist
Thought I was going insane Looks like it is going to rain I know it is a pain Hopefully all this won't be in vain
I had a thought the other day Originally I planned on coming here to stay Now I am not sure if I need to go somewhere else to play
Will I ever write again? As I sit here with pen Wondering if I am condemned Contemplating where this might end Hoping some thoughts will cresend
If you wander around you probably won't hear a sound It might be something underground It could certainly be profound
Stripes on the Surface Nothing much but a light breeze Moving across slowly but surely One place to another
By Christopher Beard3 months ago in Poets
No Money I had no money It wasn't funny Felt a bit crummy At least it was sunny Might even go for a run Hope I am not done
