she walks the aisles, looking for labels new, or name: but what might seem uncommon may, tested, taste the same
she walks the aisles, looking for labels new, or name: but what might seem uncommon may, tested, taste the same
Debt’s an Anaconda
That crushes you, but slowly;
Lust, a Venus Flytrap
That quickly takes you wholly
Envy is an Adder
That poisons at the heel
Depression is a Spider
That takes time with its meal
Crops, like children, do not grow
The same from year to year;
We do our best, but even so,
We watch each one in fear
For all those things that may go wrong:
From slower growth, or faster —
The fear that which we’ve loved so long
Will fall upon disaster —
Yet both are raised because of love:
Of mind, and heart, and soul —
With help that’s often sought above
For all we can’t
Control
It’s flowers stenciled on a waste paper basket
It’s a basketball goal without a net
It’s a door jamb that will not quite seal
It’s a two-part rerun where they only show the first part
It’s an outdoor gas pump that tells you to come inside for a receipt
It’s a poor imitation of something that wasn’t that great to begin with
It’s the main reason I’m confident tomorrow will be better