Not in a hurry
Nor on the run
Snow’s on the ground
Don’t miss the sun
Driving home
It’s dark and cold
The music’s fresh
The routine is old
I’m in a moment
Here and now
That frozen times
Can’t disavow.
Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light
Simple and Insightful Poems
Not in a hurry
Nor on the run
Snow’s on the ground
Don’t miss the sun
Driving home
It’s dark and cold
The music’s fresh
The routine is old
I’m in a moment
Here and now
That frozen times
Can’t disavow.
Sometimes I am a spinning top
Unstable and severe
And sometimes I’m a paper weight
Static and austere
I’m always on the desk of life
Peering off the edge
Or reading scribbled papers
While I spin around the ledge
But I proclaim there is no fate
Or if there is, I couldn’t know it
I can slink and sprawl
Or spin and fall
Or maybe just forego it.