POETIC REVIVAL

  Fooling myself   Fooling everyone Faking a smile   Hiding in the mundane   Not looking in the mirror   Not wanting to face myself   Longing for solitude   To hear myself breathe   Listen to the falling rain   The fire crackling  Ice melting in the glass. Needing to appease  denying sincerity   Disowning  serenity   Living like a fool. Why the torture                                                                                        W ho cares?                                              ...

I'm turning the soil my body is weary, my legs like lead sweat dripping from my forehead gripping the shovel with callused hands digging the hard winter soil I'm tired and my arms hurt. Flowers are waiting to be planted spring is coming the soil is ready Make your plans take your trips fall in love sing your songs do your deeds jump from plains swim in waterfalls climb your Everest plant your flowers. All the things you dare dream about everything you care for when there is still time in the spring of your life before your body is old before your soul is tired if you don't you will regret and regrets are painful more painful than anything.