Windows and doors
and false starts
and hopes for nothing
and hopes for everything
and some longing for a view,
and others longing for a new path.
Windows and doors
and false starts
and hopes for nothing
and hopes for everything
and some longing for a view,
and others longing for a new path.
Hope, glistening by the side of a forest road.
What is meant by an iron will?
Maybe a thing forged anew each morning
Broken by sundown?
Pieces scattered waiting
Till light and warmth readies them for another breaking.