Life it's all the same

we're all lacking perfection

prisoners to our negligence

forever seeking that brighter day


Freedom awaits in the silence

watches quietly in truth

it's visible in the perched eagle

it is the autumn of youth

and only in our growing

surviving these tangled roles which cover our paths

will we discover the peace to the war

embedded in each one of us


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Still

Time Stands Still