Shining shovels and smiles of spotlight level.
Holding on and trying to let that smile through
such desire, so much trust in the unknown.
Quick thinking, endless vision and packed thoughts.
Stomps at the door from dirty rubber.
I don’t understand what understand truly is……
Love, lust, trips and when we fall…
All for reason!
Cool hats, low light bulbs and chess at a hault.
I feel your wonder, I will paint your nails and iron for you.
Can you comprehend the why of who is so lovely.
Why can’t we all be….
We are,so far…
What are you now?
Try to figure, a little…
You make the minutes up my friend, every one….
Time is on your wrist and over your head.
Who will walk in your door?
Is it always shut…. Is it?
Why will the end choose to suddenly come?
When will we as people think that we are exactly what we are?
We can’t be what yesterday was.
Hope is key.
Let the low light in.