Blind You Clearly

This is desperation
My turn,
But forward
Progression confused
So things repeat
Now I,
Like you,
Is introduced.
How you stopped the circles?
I don’t know
But could’ve sworn,
Had obligations,
To keep these rounds,
In rotation.
You said
You’d hang in, no matter
The count on bandages
But I checked back at,
Our spot
Carousel of love maybe and I will leave you not
And the lights were off
And I couldn’t find the switch
That I thought would work forever
Cause in the past,
It always did.
These stallions,
Each other,
No longer, willing to chase
Giddy up darlin…
Here in the dark, I see
Motivation for all the things I never gave you,
Couldn’t be erased

Published by Kevin J

I think I write to try to explain moments that I don't truly understand. That's why I have a tendency to be wordy. The closer I am to minimalism, the better off I am. I also do it to keep records of what I was thinking at certain periods of time, so some kind of footsteps are left showing me how I got here. Looking back, it seems inevitable that I am where I am now; couldn't have been anywhere else. I don't have any goals for the future, except for trying to enjoy it. I'm the opposite of most people I know; I no longer want to know what is coming up next. I just want to create the road and ride, or not create it and ride anyway.

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