This makes sense, sometimes it doesn't

POetry about writing

This Makes sense, sometimes it doesn't

Sometimes this makes sense

I read and re read the writing I loved and thought it did make sense

what the f**k. I think to myself the year later.

but it's only been a month.

this made sense. It no longer makes sense. There's a missing gap.

Damn. There is a need for a shovel and digging.

find more holes, find more answers, find more dirt

find more water, find more seeds, find more filling

find more gold, find more jewels, find more gardens

find more skeletons, find more answers

you are getting sick of it all

find more love, find more hate, find more

you are getting tired of it all

find more love, find more hate, find more...

the shovel broke, and I went to the CVS because I didn't need a damn shovel in the first place.

Just a walk outside, a new pen, a new notebook, a new life, a new perspective

the damn car to almost hit me just to say

Well, sometimes things make sense and sometimes they don't.

but you walk home, you walk home,

and you walk on home.