Foundations

These things sit and wait for an exhausting end

To a well know pain provoked by existing

In the pockets of the people I ounce called friends

In there roads a bend away from me I hope

I look through the window of a heart I don’t know

I’ll always be wiping my sleeve with these cheers

I presume past tears, hip hip hurray I’ll say

You stop for a second just to speak for what

Neither reel of yours play’s real things just empty space

You tried we will always say, I find a half a smile and frown

Your looking up then looking down

Your black and white is a grey you don’t make a sound

How was your day, you too.

These sidewalks I walk

Staring down at children’s chalk

The words they write with age we forgot

To stop and listen our job and volunteer position

To acquire this acquisition of what is

Instead of his thoughts on truth and now

Her thought’s being let go like balloons from the roof

Here are your shoes now run on to something new

You got 99 red balloons but my love isn’t one of those truth’s