trying times are no time to quit trying...

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Metamorphosis

What was, what isn't
a game day to day
age old played - 
Sunshine it shone, scabs it's sown
pretty flowers o' pink
withered they lay; purpose on brink

Beyond able previous
eyes now that scab, no fair reason why
Smile a smile o' play a play
blank in the eye, cold in the heart
negative mind says albeit!