life is poetry

Bound tight by the grips of your sheets- poetry is in motion.

Each step you endure- poetry is in motion.

Every spoonful you shovel- poetry is in motion.

Fluidity & ease to hardships & struggle- poetry is in motion.

Love and the latter,

Giddiness of youth,

Till your steps become halved,

And moustache grey- poetry is in motion

And with wild eyes set upon an eternity, strike the match and burn.

Burn spoiled opportunities. Burn all ill restitution. Burn lingering regret.

Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn

And as you rise from the grips of your sheets- you will find release.

Life is Poetry