Moving forward. Against the grain.
Ahead. But still astray.
Away. Away
From what they tend to say. The right way.
Follow the crowd. And whom evers winning the race.
Finishing in their own demise.
But not me. Ill be just fine.
Against the grain. Outta sight. Outta the picture frame.
My own masterpiece. Is what im looking to paint.
With the colors of love. That could never fade.
To stand the test of time. Nothing short of devine.
Mine. Mine. All mine.
But you can have yours too.
Itll be your own path to find.
Look between the lines. Youll se they have no binds.
Follow your heart.
And let your soul be the eyes of your mind.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
And let your soul be the eyes of your mind.'
Dear Gregoriee!! This is such a wonderfully inspired poem!A
Thank you dearly for sharing!
Love and Gratitude, Suzie xox :-)