Feelings slow, dripping
Sliding down, slipping
Away from holding, gripping
The edge, falling, downward flipping
Falls onto your shoulders, tipping
Your hat in triumph, nipping
The problem and taking a chance.
A sign across old times, taking
What you have and, raking
Up some fallen leaves, flaking
Away from the tall tall braces, aching
For the bracing branches, breaking
Off a little bit by bit, staking
Your spot 'neath the stars and hoping for the best.
Optimism making wery, hoping
For a new tomorrow that'll come on, scoping
Beyond the simple paradox, moping
Cause the petal said loves me not, sloping
Roofs leaning in toward you, doping
Scandals amidst a love, roping
In more than you can handle and leaving none for the others.
Hearts starts cracking, leaving
A good chance for you own sake, heaving
A heavy load back to home, weaving
Your life into the larger quilt, perceiving
Life to have a little guilty, achieving
The misunderstood that could withstand, deceiving
The dealer with a slipped in ace and other players cursing you.
Finding him helpless in a web of lies, cursing
Your wanting to fly high, nursing
His self-made wounds but, pursing
Lips in reach of a kiss, reimbursing
You for a lifetime of service, dispersing
The wealth amongst the friends, reversing
The deeds they have done for you. And you thank them well.