wind whips blond tresses
goosebumps appear on tanned skin
lake’s surface sparkles
On being human…
wind whips blond tresses
goosebumps appear on tanned skin
lake’s surface sparkles
fun for the moment
brings a light out from inside
fuzzy head today
no longer listening
monotone sounds escape lips
mind wanders elsewhere
same chair, same time, same
routine, every day the same
what’s the point of it
dark, familiar road
one lonely star lights the way
never-ending night
does separation
bring hope, or new perspective,
or just more heartache