Irrhythmic Rhyme (or Directions)
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Hopes flying high,
Grab the jetstream and go.
All of a sudden you fall,
Down somewhere below.

Lost in a forest,
With no direction, no aim.
Looking for a way out,
There’s no one to blame.

Climb up the branches
To the top of a tree.
The view is marvelous,
You’re flying and free.

A hop and a skip,
From this tree to that.
Life rushes by,
No time to be sad.

Minutes, hours,
Days, go by.
Suddenly you stop.
You ask yourself, why?





Unpublished work © 2000 Gary Peck. This work is licensed under the
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