Illusions

Are we but a number,
another digit in the dust.
Surround ourselves with clutter,
having possession is a must.

Striving

The shortest way is not always the best

The most laborious might be far from zest

What seems fair often brings

I feel myself fading away
Slipping farther into the unknown
Soon there will be nothing left
And I will be forever alone

When

What Big Eyes

Once upon a midnight bleary
While I stumbled drunk but cheery
I listened left and listened right
My eyes were

You ask me to notice the bloom of roses in spring.
To feel the rain and soft breeze on my cheeks.
Enjoy the sweet smell