It’s Fun to Fall

How I view the world is molded by my reality.

My reality molded by my experiences.

My window of life isn’t clear at all.

Its a dark lens.

Dirtied by all the places my heart’s been.

When I speak or grab a pen,

My words are shifted by the sadness within.

And all the bad things living under my skin.

Small occasions enlighten my soul.

Like having a cold soda on the highway home.

Or taking a poop while using my phone.

What are we chasing?

What am I after?

Fancy cars speed past, carrying someone who’s life is a disaster.

Driving to a place that doesn’t matter.

To mingle with people who live off their ego and are masters at fake laughter.

….Bastards.

The birds chirp.

Its a song of hope when the world hurts.

The sky smiles like a shy child.

And I laugh knowing it’s okay to die proud.