Music plays but I do not hear
Rhythms of the road softly lull
Talk fades into the distance
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
Music plays but I do not hear
Rhythms of the road softly lull
Talk fades into the distance
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I’ll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
Space is filled with memories of today
Opening your eyes while you reap what was sown
WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails
It is also a place owned by all and that is where I begin….
Tears of others used as a whetstone tool
Sharpened tongue precisely placed
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It’s beautiful. It’s dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.
I do wish peace to those with struggles, whether they are visibly obvious or hidden deep within their selves.
Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be