riding the road

like a wave upon the ocean

making the final journey on top of a cloud

while the sun is leaving then appearing again

there are only so many days in any of our lives

and I know I have got one more chance

to see the issue through to the end

but the facing of your only choice

is a refusal to begin ahead of the wind

and the cold is refreshing after so long away

while I wait for your attention to arrive

I might as well be counting minutes until the paint is dry

because the person who is there for me

is always going to be my own mind

because I have not received a call on my phone in weeks

and I can not see the lesson I learned

as being shared with anyone

so I will send it to the whole world

and maybe I can help anyone

as I have got to be the

final fire in the forest before rebuilding begins

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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