You hit the ground running at birth
The joys of a young life to this earth.
You’re told to catch life’s pace
To hold on in this dying race;
Meek are The hearers,
Blessings to the doers;
The mountain movers.
Holding on to your chest
Trying to find inner rest
Work harder…be perfect
Lies, heartbreak, and sudden fates.
But…hold on, carry these weights.
As the liquor drowns you…
Smoke Succumbs your smile
Depression invites you to just stay HERE, right here, for a while.
Mirrors reflect someone you never knew, someone you never deemed honorable to love.
Counting bodies who played under you.
Brain always triggered for defensive.
The human heart, merely an organ.
At any sense, I blame the Olympian firmament.
For creating this competition that we we were never born to live forever.
A tournament of the spirit; no foot lever.
electrons and atoms…
All at a drum beat.
300 meters per second
Ions pacing, connecting
Beckoned from the moment we are conceived
Everything is everything and yet nothing.
-By Ashley Viewins