conversation
still intense
after all these
years
stacked up
higher
never thought
then
what it would
be now
as it is good
as any other
who are we to
complain
tired of it all
but I still sit at the
old spot
and shoot the
shit
seven years
do you feel old
yet
probably haven’t
even begun
the journey of
life
surface not
even scratched
feeling that
itch now and again
sitting in the
same old spot
and not giving
a shit
what anyone
thinks
thinking enough
for all of them
how many more
will there be
anymore or less
negative now
and night has
taken hold
a grip crushing
a mind once
neat and organized
now filled with
chaos
moments of
stress
leaning hard at
times
holding strong
and supporting
all the weight
and whatever I say
nothing is or
is not
what matters
most is the smile
and the
realness of the closeness felt
a soul older
than any number
who knows
let them try to
figure it all out
back to our
conversation
never puddles
splashing deep ideas
from side to
side
trying to
connect
and re-connect
whatever it
takes
seeing that
bright light
shining and
appreciate that…
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