Patterns

Aaron Johnson

The never ending rows of tail lights

echo the thoughts of societies patterned lives

like the picket fence

I ounce saw and set a flame

for the echoing thought of self growth I found myself needing to pursue

reluctant to be moved from this path

I still stand moving forward this pen in hand

Pursue love and grace to leave this trace of positive energy

paint the futures picture

for today tells of tomorrow

only if you forget to paint again

each day becoming more than the next

this is your only escape from yesterdays mistakes

take up your brush and paint

resisting the paintings that jade your painting today

take your freedom and paint.