Life lessons

Little girls, this seems to say,

Never stop upon your way,

Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.

As you're pretty so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.

Handsome they may be, and kind,

Gay, and charming - never mind!

Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth
-Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!

No sleep till Brooklyn

There will always be someone to compete with.

Rarely do they consciously participate,

Though they always seem to come out the victor.

Concocting all these expectations,
The results deemed sub par.
Clinging to this glimmer of hope:
"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe, maybe, maybe..."

I can't confront anything.

I want it to fall into place.

Judging by past experience, it doesn't work either way

In the land of cowards the fool is king.

Basement Doors

With a song in my head
&

the wind in my ears

My feet stay still and parallel

I wish there were feelings

That surpassed soaring downhill

on the cusp of autumn,