soniacookbroen
so what?
Kid, I have seen this bramble of life
unfolding and twisting up
roots intertwined
the same bad poem
wretchedly working itself out
out into the open where the people can rip it to shreds
ha!
you will see the full thread of essence
woven into the universal unconscious
the simple sieve
which catches all the rif
and the raf
it keeps falling
it keeps rebuilding
you are so lucky to be alive
thrive
and keep your jive
it’s never going to be better
the weird
the whispering beauty
the cool man
the sweet spring wind
waiting at your back door
blooming
beneath
peaty
Earth
soft grass
hills we once rolled down
a life filled with love at every turn and bend
each dip in the road is a chance to start again.
