Grains of sand,

Falling in the hourglass,

Like never before. ...

Once,

There were lines,

Standing by, ...

Even in the darkest of forests,

Light shines through.

Belief, ...

Stopping momentarily.

Curious to peek inside.

But there was nothing ...

End of another day,

As the moon,

Kisses the sun, ...

Life’s complicated.

Too many signs,

Options, ...

Tired today.

Need to lay down.

Relax, breathe, ...

Some windows,

Don’t need bars,

To keep things out. ...

There are days,

It feels scary,

Standing alone, ...

Down into the valley,

Past the forests,

Far away. ...

You’re old,

Scratched,

Shedding skin. ...

Beautiful souls

Are all around.

Often disguised. ...

Out of darkness,

Life grows.

Suffering souls. ...

Wasn’t long ago,

When horizons,

Were hidden from view. ...

You’re tough and old.

Why are you in a hole?

“I may be made of iron, ...

Beginning of the week,

But I feel tired.

Let’s sleep for a while. ...

There are times,

When even flowers,

Feel imprisoned, and ...

Red,

White,

Tattooed, ...

Clear day.

Yet fog,

Is slowly rolling in. ...

What are you?

Rusted,

Hanging on, ...