Some days I want to jump the fence.

Like I did when I was a kid.

Without thought of what is on the other side, or what I am leaving behind.

But alas, my shoes are always “wrong.”

Or my clothes.

I don’t want to ruin them.  So I stay.  Where I am.

And watch.  Damn shoes.

Lying in a sea of red
I reflect upon my life with dread
The selfish actions by those most dear
Brought to life my greatest fear -
That in this life we stand alone
Feeling failure in every bone.
Trying to come from a place of love
Releasing all else to the flying dove
Was met with nothing short of hate
And now it’s over, it’s much too late.