What is it I make of myself?

Push me away as I digress

What is considered to matter?

Let loose my ankle as I climb forth



The time drifts as I stand still

Let’s all sing and wait to die

No one thinks of you as I do

Nothing stays the same except change



I’ll bet you but will lose before the game

I’ll smile and laugh before the crowd gathers

They’re here for you but might not know

Love of others I hope to bestow



Lets make it together one row at a time

I’m tangled and stressed as I struggle to shine

Let my farm grow of what we know

Weed less and dancing as we go

Thanks to a.fort@comcast.net