When trees,

Bear chicken and eggs,

It’s time for traditions, ...

And no two stones,

Are the same,

Despite beliefs, ...

It is not surprising,

That modern life,

Is more confusing, ...

In the end,

One must leave,

To find that self, ...

Sometimes,

Life turns hazy.

It’s what I’ve lived, ...

A cold,

Morning sunrise,

As dreams fade, ...

I stare at a picture,

Only to see tranquility,

With blue skies. ...

Circles close,

Feelings transform,

Years come and go. ...

To blend in,

Go unseen.

Build walls, ...

Art,

Or an old,

Cracked wall. ...

Happy colors,

Make me smile.

It’s hard to say why, ...

It is a strange,

Human trait,

To defer things,...

Some days,

We’re shown the way,

Yet unable to believe. ...

Another week begins,

With steps to discover,

Layers to uncover, ...

Love had to melt,

And quietly fade,

Before I perceived, ...

What we pick up,

Along the way,

Need not be carried, ...

My hardest task,

Is to forget the past,

Leave tomorrow behind, ...

Sometimes,

A blank page,

Is all one needs. ...

A dark quiet morning.

When Bach played,

Snowflakes fell, ...

To stand out,

Visibly loud,

Or quietly blend, ...