spirit

life a swaying swing.
reaching for stars you touch dirt.
only ego hurt.

the small heart bursts forth
with enthusiastic dreams.
making the world best.

all the world a sigh.
caught up in questioning why.
sipping on chilled lies.

they’re banging the drums.
they’re screeching in my ears.
damn, i love this jazz.

the beginning starts
followed by the first ending.
the circle of sighs.

white ball on green grass.
brown legs pumping like pistons.
dreams like popped balloons.