7/31/2019

Cleaver bear,
Biting into what's already frozen.

Why must you fear a troubling sky?
Have you forgotten what guides you?

I see you planting seeds.
Only to wash them away these rainy days.

Put me away, I know it's okay.
I'll still keep you around.

I'm reading these pages to know where to hide.
But those arrows still pierces the shield's that I have.
What's the use in dying if the way isn't divine?
For the world has everything I have without rhyme.

Clever bear,
Sleeping with ease now.

Dreams are a reason to lay your head down.

Cupping your hands to drink from it all.
Have I taken you away now?

Would the mountains be the furthest point from it all?
Or would would numbers frighten you into never trusting the fall?
What would it mean if I wrote it all out?
For the world has everything I have without rhyme.

Cleaver bear,
Written on pages now.

Never to run from anything now.
Where could I hide?