Our sun rises then falls, with the hot rays of insecurity. These waves crash in a storm, the storms come and go. Our moon shines bright and beautiful, even when half. These palm trees will sway forever.
Do I like when it rains? Do I love when it snows? Some days bring pain, some days I’m froze. Do I chase what I want, or sit here alone? Do I read all these books, or smoke and be stoned?
I am the cold one, my walls are ice. I am a monster, they call me life. These walls could fall, they may just climb. Should I give up, or should I grind?
This life is routine, the cycle is time. I turn off my watch, in hopes to find…..