The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...
Every day the pulley
would come up or down...
Our life is not pain
Sometimes our memories become pain...
When childhood comes back again
Through the window of your fast life train...
We all fall down
when love deserts you...
The rain heavy
The umbrella now alone...
Travel the back roads of America,
find yourself on a two-lane highway...
I pet black cats that pass on by
even though they are bad luck...
One foot in front of the other
Is how we're taught to walk...
I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you...
*Challenge to write a poem from the point of view...
Countless captured moments...
If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...