Turns of Life

There is a mountain that calls me;

a shore that haunts me;

a past that knots me;

a fascist that taunts me;

the roads that acknowledge;

books with knowledge;

a bowl of porridge;

a fruit called orange

door hinge.

That’s a kick back to a world; a revolt to the assault;

people that think those don’t rhyme.

Sudden turn from a compelling tone; a heist and a crime

Kinda like life that hits us without a warning.

A life just at its prime.

A night that bleeds into the morning;

Like happiness in the background of trauma;

Creating pieces of us that will never be fulfilled;

While we keep running on the hamster’s wheel.

Keep the words inside of me.

Keep igniting me;

fighting me till you turn into me.

A burning tree; a raised fist; a human’s plea.

To see what a world can be.

A Christmas tree. A story of you and me.

A dream. A zeal. Asleep.

Turns of life.

Burning bright. Slice and ice.

Roll the dice. State the price. Raise a fight.

Light a fire. Ignite the pyre. Our desires.

Going higher? Fight the power. Now our hour.

Right?

Love; the only answer.

To avoid and conquer the disaster.

But I find both in your eyes. 🙂