Author: Troy

Mental fingers out…Aware of so many souls;each, different view

The whole world on hold.Unsure, what am I to do?Stay in; look inward.

Today, turning pointNothing left to overcomeJust me and today.

The day is now doneTomorrow, a ride aheadHappiness, but fear

Drunker than a skunkEvery weekend the sameOnce in four, a change

I see their mouths move.Many promises coming;hear, “It’s about me.”

Evening birds chirpAll that is left is to eatTomorrow seems here

Eyes closed in the fire And I’m off soaring in flight Again with the blaze