Celestial Spirits

green pastures

Don't speak in a tone that
   would make me cringe;
My ultimate life's goal
   could never be obtained
We're just jumping around
   with some crazy ill thought out
   agenda.
Greener pastures never come
   to fruition -
we fall short, as if choked
   by some chain.

(that's) life in a cereal bowl

it begins so innocent -
   ends predictably
     and mostly forget the middle
I cannot believe what is
   just taken for granted
life flashes before our ever
   forgetful eyes.
We miss so many opportunities
   it amazes me to
   see all the waste.

[ back ]