inner barn
Survival isn’t of the fittest,
Nor is it of the smartest.
It's not even of those who can flaunt it,
Survival is of those who do not wish upon it.
We survive as you live and thrive,
Yet we still ponder
Why we’re always drained inside.
We just go through the motions,
It's like drinking witch’s potions.
What's in each bottle is unexpected,
Good or bad, upside down,
And all turned around.
But to us, surviving is are thriving,
Until we look around and see
Those who might have it better than we.
We open are eyes and realize
It's not as dark as we thought.
We’re in the dark, but see the light
To walk towards.
We’re still surviving.
But see it through
1st person view,
Clear as day, see the goal to work to.
Looking for help, hoping no one's left behind,
Leaving home to better myself outside the lines,
Then soon coming back to better skylines.
But now that's all gone,
Washed away by the high tide
But now i reform what fell.
Line by line
Word by word
Opening more light onto the goal I’m working toward
short escarp
midnight thistle