Vagabond
As each of us
seeks a remedy,
to soothe the chaos
of our souls.
Why must we
meander
along the paths
littered with thorns
Airhead
Being told my head
is always among the clouds,
feels like I’m flying.
Forlorn
Nothing lasts forever,
to expose oneself fully
Is foolish at best
Rainfall
Rain falls down gently.
Its water glides down her cheeks,
as if they were tears
Mirage
We often think
of ourselves
as the heroes
of our own stories.
An idea that places
a sinister force,
a villain,
as the source
of our life’s conflict.
In truth,
the only enemies
anyone can claim,
are merely mirages
constructed out of fear.
Silent
For a creature,
who’s words
dictate his perception.
I fail to say
enough of them.