Goals



My gold,
is to be,
as the waves,
to give, and give, and give,
until I glisten,
to let go
of convention and conviction,
to be moved,
by the wind.

Friday, January 12, 2018

The sea


The sea of time,
it races past, o' none of this,
could e'er last.
The way it goes,
beneath your feet,
sometimes to a measure,
sometimes to a beat.
The way you spend,
will make amend,
for when you go,
it is time you know,
False.
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