Twilight Words

I realized something about words today,

You can’t make them up.

Life contains a silent lexicon,

Each breath we take is already anticipated.

That could suggest a mystery.

Inside our mind is some mechanical illusion

Recreates itself and all of those given moments.

We can walk away

And it becomes a challenge again.

New lives, new world, same fractured society.

But the green grass will stretch forever,

And the county will know it exists.

Sometimes when we want our answers,

There needs to be a way to resonate.

I’ll go find some more words for you later.