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Survival of the Fittest
by Alisha Williams
Can't tell you why I believe in all that's in disguise
Reasons and seasons change but not destinies
Continuing down this winding path, I am hardly
blinded as I look ahead
Even though choices have been made
My life will not be revolved around all the negative
But the growth spurts of the relationship I have with you
Why can't things ever just hover instead it just flies by,
as we watch it waiting to landYou always ask me why I'm sad or what is wrong
I thought by now you'd know the answer
to the same question you ask
But I know why, it's easier to ask than answer
something you'd rather not fix
That's not anything new especially when it becomes
the pattern of lives
Easier to blame than stop and look closely,
examining the potholes realizing everything
Why it all goes sour when we regret what we have had in our power since the beginning of us
I have survived with some strength unknown
other than falling out of the sky
I know that if my heart didn't need or want or see
something so important and more fulfilling
I wouldn't even waste my breath or my tears
But instead I'd move on and not look back
But things have changed my views on what is meant to be and what will eventually all fall down
Rebirth into a new intriguing
and mysterious ground
not always held within foundation or steady
But flat enough to remain with mostly all it's weight is intact and held down without chaotic movement juggling it's control
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