I hate being left alone with my thoughts
When fear and doubt cast a dark shadow
Sneaking in their friends through the crevices
For a pity party and depression for the host.
I don’t mind being left alone with my thoughts
When joy and peace are all sunshine
Inviting their friends for a tea party
And words of encouragement and affirmation for the host.
On gravel deepening the scars
No drink strong enough in the bars
To soothe the throbbing scars.
Expedienting to spars
Nothing better than the fastest cars
For that temporary illusion of healed scars.
Heart ample with a yearning
Flowing like a river
Her mind churning
Whether the clouds are lined with silver.
Anticipating with zeal
For when her mind will be blown
But unable to conceal
The fear of the unknown.
Baskets and drinks on the boat
Spread out on the ancient capote
Looking in to the eyes of the dote
Thoughts of what could go wrong away float.
A fleeting moment
Hearts and minds in sync with contentment Ignoring the potent
Of the green smile from the opponent.
Dazzling with panache
Hips and feet moving with swash
Left, right, smile flashed
Silent prayer of the enemy squashed.
Burning with vanity
And a touch of insanity
The high resisting gravity
Or the thought of being hit by sudden poverty.
Drifting in and out of stores
Seeking whatever gives the oohs
Not bothering to keep the scores
Just seeking more and more.
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Little bird settled on my window sill
Looking for food or time to kill
She pecked around for a deal to seal
I think she would have better luck way way up the hill.