Die There Then

Father don't fail and mother, why must you call....when the front has passed and the Summer swings to Fall....should we be there yet or wait a while still...illusion and allusion to the ferrous will chills? Stop me silly someday....but for now just point the way down the block....down the dock....down the braided boardwalk....we'll peer off with peers and command our smiles smite the shimmering isle that hasn't had friendly fun in a while....it lies dishonestly and mocks the moon......but we move on in our own ways....high time we start....high time we count and call.....our son.

Loosen, Release

Ever tightening.
Winding.
Twisting.
There is this stranglehold...
The wind tightens it
Your hands manipulate it.

Pick up the scissors.
Cut the hold.
You'll be freer.
Feel looser.
Let go, there is fun, there is work
Responsibilities last forever.
There is no lever,
That shuts them off at the switch in the cool of day.
This chokehold that you release is
Pressure eased.

Happiness.
Freedom.
Once you realize you're not confined.
Strive instead to become
Defined.

Knock Knock...