Nature fills.

[naturesflow]

We are like overflowing vessels of a jilted lover
Bouncing around from wall to wall
Empty and cursing all the worries of our life
Stagnating and slam dunking the messy internal fuss
Through every open door
Trying to score a goal
A win against ourselves
To gain, our lifetime trophy
That can sit upon our mantle
Where we can reminisce about
Old times, old tunes
Old patterns flogged and beaten
Well loved and well walked
We beat our own drum
Sometimes so hard
We miss the ripeness
Already attached to the first wall
Where we hung our boots
That we forgot
Fitted us perfectly
Back then

Now upon return

We size them up
And realize
They no longer fit
But they did once
Upon a time

Life is funny
How it catches us
In ways where we forget
That boots were made for walking...

[dream jo]

yep so tru 2 lif it is

[naturesflow]

It is Jo. Thanks for dropping by. xx