I’m not sure how to
Approach some situations
Run away?
Or stay put and
Stand my ground?
Either way
I’d feel like a coward
Either way
I’d feel strong

He sits
On the corner of
West and East
A sunset has occurred
The sunrise is taking place
Slowly and surely
With every growing hour
His eyes get brighter
His mind grows wider
And I watch him with
A broad smile

I’m done with this
It’s all out already
I don’t need you
Beloved paper
You are nothing
Compared to everything

In this case
We are not
Beginning
With the end
We are not a circle
Perhaps a triangle
In disguise
I cannot place
My finger on it
But I know
We are music
So bountiful
And beautiful
Within the making
Of reality

No, I refuse
To be blind
I still see it all
With the major
Distraction
Of light hair and dark eyes

Happiness
Grasped off the edges
Of Spontaneity
Something inexplicable
Defined between two people

I can’t describe
Much more
But since you don’t
Really know
You shall just have to
Guess from the implications
Good luck