You can only live
in the time you’re given
The past and the future,
a false consorting
Looking inside and blinding
yourself
—to tomorrow and yesterday
The magic contained within
each fleeting moment
—until it’s gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Time Waits
Attack, attack…
leaving no room for fear
Charging ahead,
driving the past behind
Fate in a coma,
never really dead
Lying in wait
—for that final misstep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Blessing\'s Disguise
Being poor…
having no money
Conjoined,
yet not the same
Faith in the wind,
promises born
Wings free
—to be reclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)