The day is young and I am not
So slowly walk this beaten path
My daily pondering stroll
Scanning the surroundings
Searching for a subje
A gust of wind bows down a tree
In front of me perhaps a sign
That I should write today
About my breakdown years
The ones that bent me yada yada
Cry me a riv
A black cat tears across my path
But I know as do we all
That a black cat is just a black ca
I think as I trip and stumble
Fall full force face forward toward
Ground harder than some hearts
Throw my hands out thinking of you
Wrapping them around your thro
So much of writing like love is luck
Inspiration a striking lightning bolt
Coming to in a face plant wonder world
Feels quite like a kiss goodbye from you
Lanning Lee 