MOVING
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Mood swings like an old time clock hand, the plan tick tocks slow like everything’s in quick sand, better than most, the exterior extravagant, moving like waves under the full moon now turn crescent, soon, learning each level a lesson, the blessing is the seed turned life, nurtured by free will accompanied by strife. The delight of achieving level with humbleness to increased wishes from darkness to light…
Past transgressions would release into peace and harmony. Warming souls, laugh in the face subliminally to those who oppose. Suppose the grass is greener on the flip side, thrive through the pulse of a heart, then peak to the beat of success…
The Urban Psalmist
