Musings (construction, reconstruction and perception)

Does the sun rise for me,

Or am I rushing to greet it?

Does the moon forget to touch me

As she slips below the horizon,

Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?

Does a friend slight me,

Or do I fail to understand his pain?

Does a relationship turn sour,

Or was there nothing there to begin with?

Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum

Because he needs the drink,

Or does he salute dead mates?

Is life a construction site,

or a constant reconstruction site?

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I’m not sure…

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Renew

I cut off my hair –

No power did I divest.

No fear walking the tiger’s lair.

 

Not a head was turned,

As I wander through the rest.

No power the fiend – renounced.

 

My heart had been tempered –

Still it hammers in my chest,

The loss freshly remembered.

 

One hand reached out

Reviving only the best.

My heart began to shout –

 

All doubt washed aside,

My mind held no great contest –

True friends will always abide.

Living Colour

 

I live in colour

I came into this world blind

I’ll leave knowing peace