It is when
Two or more
Things forget what
They are separately
And decide together
To be neither
But just one
Category: Creativity
Simple
The difference between
Young and old
Is very simple
Whereas young dream
The old remember
And what happens
There in between
Never really matters
For that is
Borne from nothing
More than chance
Wicked
Oh this is wicked
These yarns we spin
These stories we tell
Ourselves we tell to
Too these promises we
Make based on dreams
But dreams like fairytales
Are but only lullabies
Meant to soothe and
Put to rest reality
Carrot
I am in fact
But a mule hitched
To the front of
Something behind me prompted
By whatever carrot floats
In front always seen
But never ever gotten
Such a life being
But a mule used
For one thing and
Promised another and I
Suppose that when my
Strength is gone I
Will be unhitched and
Shot from behind having
Never got the carrot
OnlyEverAfter
We only miss things
When they are gone
Why then is happiness
Found in the past
Like the dollar bill
Found in the pocket
Only on laundry day
Happiness it finally seems
To be to me
An afterthought and aftertaste
Had gone and remembered
