At the intersection

At the intersection
A Life alteration
Both roads are a cliff dive
At high elevation

Always knowing of choice
Does not alleviate
The fear or the dread of
No ways to deviate

There's nothing so tragic

There's nothing so tragic
Just blemishes at most
No significance just
A near miss, an almost

Dust never piling up
Worry will come and go
Like dark clouds blocking sun
That never rain or snow

Days becoming numbers

Days becoming numbers
Moving the abacus
Often succeeding at
The ideal Atticus

Braving the mere chances
The festive or folly
Embracing the moments
Realism, Dali

Damage to the cocoon

Damage to the cocoon
No hope of butterfly
Sometimes it is better
Every day not clear sky

Not all of fruition
Leads to a perfect peach
The laws of nature are
Often times meant for breach

A lesson to be learned

A lesson to be learned
Difficult words to eat
A strong pill to swallow
Acceptance of defeat

In a world, exactness
Commands authority
What to do when lacking
Superiority

No mountains or oceans

No mountains or oceans
Or pivoting plateau
Obstacles transparent
The invisible no

Not on the paper edge
Not a desert or flood
No signs of a battle
Or the spilling of blood

Amounting to nothing

Amounting to nothing
Generational heap
All the tosses and turns
Still not finding good sleep

And yet like sheep they go
Each one over the fence
In the here and the now
And then into past tense