When life gives you lemons
Take hold of his hands
And ask where the lemons came from
I'd rather pick them myself
Than owe life anything
Before death knocks at your door
Ambush his first
And ask him where he left the damn soap
The soap of your life
Sneak peek into your best scenes
Before you're six feet deep
When fear arises
Tell him to sit down
We haven't even gotten to the best part yet
When loss carries them away
I know you'll find them
Wandering the halls of your memories
And when I find common sense
I'll tell him not to be a stranger in these parts
Lest I keep writing crazy
Lest they mock my sacred art
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Shades & Shadows
PoetryExploring the intensity of duality through poetry, life, death and everything in between.