Scrawling

There is this battle,

a problem in saddled,

the stance of a thread,

the stream of just dead.

The ride to climb,

up, up, up,

the mounting thoughts,

an interrupt!!

The chill of sunk,

so I gallop to roam,

a simple touch,

we are a loan!!

Life, Introductions,

impossible adds,

too far a part,

to play is like salve.

The wound of this mortal exist,

is the doubt of innocence,

remiss.

To Sail, A Tact,

the anchor of knack,

preparing to soar,

a star is adore.

The tone of a dial,

a call for a while,

the ring sounded bell,

now only in fell.

The feeling of tell,

the Piano was door,

the Acoustic Guitar,

made it much more,

I loved, too adore.

The music, familiar,

lost in the past,

reminded me,

life had a path.

Missing dg

Archaic in stir,

a strange sense of cure,

the elemental fire,

an ancient inspire.

In lives that are learn,

the talk makes me turn,

belief is an option,

the present is stern.

The 'old-school' of basics,

states simply to pace,

life has a rate.

Shock or Horror,

repeated,

as history has doors,

dreams are just wishes,

as life is explore.