Brian
My conscious nagging me, Little girl now clamoring, From a collaborative spark, Grows a one winged dove, Scared to leave a mark Scared she seeks love.
Don't look forward, think of only now, Don't look up, Try not to look down, This moment is temporary, But directionally bound, Forget about that, Keep your heart to the ground.
A prickly feeling, Uncomfortable yet spiritually healing, Game of fools, you are dealing, Bet with your time, your thoughts, gamble your feeling, Fold to find safety, play to keep reeling.