When the horse
Is running
It's best not
To reconsider your options
It is now time
To pray
I can't re-discover
The wheel
But I can pretend
It's not as round
As it used to be
When two worlds collide
There's always a chance
That meteors
Will find their way
To another galaxy
Is it possible
To move toward
Myself
I think not
It's a melancholy morning
And I need
An anodyne
A simple one will do
How is your morning?
Isn't it ironic
That the sun
The great giver of light
When shining
Blocks our vision
Of the universe
If your week
Begins in the middle
Where does it end?
What sobers me
And that which
Soothes my soul
Is a gift of time
And it only
Gets better
