So, I had this whole post written out, and it was a very specific post, but decided that angry ranting blog posts are the ones that tend to come back and bite you in the rear. Instead of my angry rant, I’m just going to write a random poem. Yeah. Who knows, maybe I’ll write more than one poem. Maybe I’ll write 86. It’s my blog and I’ll do as I please, thank you very much.
So many yesses,
very few no’s.
Where we end up,
nobody knows.
You’ve got your reasons
I’ve got my rhyme
but we both lack
the concept of time
you grip my hand
so firm, no slack
keep holding on
no looking back
I move mountains
you gather the stars
we wish on light
we trap in a jar
I want to win
you seldom lose
why is the heart
so easy to bruise?
Our Father's Mustache 