Some say "Life" -C



After the surge
the urge ensues
for life and liberty
and always the rest.
We encapsulate ourselves
into ourselves
and wish our way
as we go along-
painting pretty pictures
and practicing smiles
in the sun-drenched grey
of the outer day...

This is a time of
many changes
that disappoint and fail our dreams,
but remembering 
the great breaths
that enraptured us
early on
and the green hopes
of that day,
allows the forward motion-
even in the repetitive stamp
of this singular
compromise-
some call life..

phoebe


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