Wasn't really feeling creative today, but I showed up.
the thing I speak of is a part of me
it rises sooner an later like art you see
it appears when we don't want it the most
and it endears me to flaunt it I boast
this thing, which I speak of happens unstoppably
and the odds that you experience it are probably
we hide it from ourselves like a thief in the night
it can change everything about a belief in mere sight
time makes it appear inevitably
it strikes us hard and soft regrettably
people don't move past it they cling and hold on
wrapping themselves in it creating a cold fawn
I hold mistakes like jewels in the past
I mold there takes while fools are cast
upon a spell quickly entrapped in the ways
that failure can free or imprison a lifetime of days.
peace and goodness.