In my eyes, I have seen
shapes, colors, hues
of light. To my surprise,
I have realized life
is a movie played from
a projector in the sky.
In my eyes, I have seen
highs – lows. Anything
goes when no one knows
the difference between
the weed and the rose
or the heat and the cold.
Like a bank, my brain
stores large amounts
of memories that can
bounce or go blank
from time to time.
In my eyes, life unfolds
and ignites a light
that burns through
the night. In my eyes,
I see you as you should
be seen: a special fire
that will always rise.
Tag: burns
Burnout
We work, work, and work.
Oh, did I say that we work?
We work hard to make it
work. We don’t have the time
to sit. And, I must admit,
We would die before We quit.
We are like those before;
We work, work, and work.
Don’t get me wrong, I work,
but I wonder what it’s worth.
We work so long to build
planes that are never flown.
We work away time killed.
We work hard to go home
with a tank only half-filled.
We work until We burn out
until all the gas runs out.
We work most of our lives
just to keep our dreams alive.
We must never burn out;
We have to take our time.
We work, work, and work:
something We are urged to do.
We have to press the brake
and appreciate the view.