When your arms are too heavy for your shoulders
When your legs can't bear your own weight
When you don't know what to do
But then again, what's new?

The morning rise is beautiful in the maturing spring
As the sun rises, the sky is painted with the color blue
The birds flock from the horizon, from which long, thin clouds stretch,
Softening the sun rays
Slowly, cars begin to cross the streets,
Their owners ready to begin their day,
Drinking cups of coffee that fill the air with morning essence
To bring the early day alight.

Tell me something,
how long you want your hair to grow,
how long you take to give it a blow,
how bad is your afterglow
and how long you take for your left brow.

to be continued

He only comes at night.
He lurks in the shadows
He hates the light.
He came in silently.
Stealth is one of his expertise
though that doesn't work with me.
I can see your future.
I know of your past.
Time is in my hands.
Visions are mine to keep.
Now bow down to me.

Wise words float in and out of my mind
Like water falling from the sky,
Until one day it dries up,
And the skies are clear and blue today.
Just blank.
I find it darker than those creative storm shades of grey.