Morning Mistakes

[keepitwolf]

mid-day games are never any fun
when the only glare you see
projects from a deceiving sun
we have hours to reduce this minute risk
but my comfort conversates about your coming fate
telling each nervous reaction to keep a calm pace

midnight memories are never easy to remember
when the morning awakes. you'd say, " this hope is just another hopeless cause."
i'm ready to ignite this joy into a meaningful pause
keeping the suddle gestures in play
rewinding this vanity to some other place
to a different life, in some other day

evening aches tend to feel much worse than thought of it all
why do i stand silent?
when the others take the shout with the fall.
morning mistakes spread sorrow through our veins
but we're ready to become that love and we are not ashamed.