Sleeping Buds
Looking around at their cousins taking in the sun, Life for flora was definitely a whole lot of fun, All they had to do, was bide their today as a bud, And tomorrow would show the magic that grew from
Girl in the Mirror
Puffing and panting towards the auto, I manage to get the front seat, And wipe from my forehead, the sweat that’s flowing for the heat, I look into the mirror scratching my sweaty itching beard, That was when all of
Impetus
Quite often we wake up to the same journey, but a new beginning, Only to see hundreds already sweating from hours of running, You just shrug and start walking, wondering why they can’t sleep, And smile, because sometimes, imagination just
Runway 77
Every so often, you think, the power to choose is a birthright, And so you set about, trying to separate the day from night, Only to realise that, in order to appreciate the light, You need to sometimes sacrifice your
Crossroads
Every so often, we set out, to get somewhere in life, Only to be taken for a ride, by this guide they call life, Leaves me wondering, what is to take, and who is taken, But make no mistake about