At a Glance

Sometimes life is a picture,

A reflection in a window passing by.

The shadow of a passenger on a train,

Capture that,

Throw it into the wind and watch it fly.

Sometimes life is a single tear,

Rolling slowly down your cheek as you cry.

Staring into your mind's abyss,

Rather than wipe it away,

Just let it dry.

Empty space on a crooked floor,

Broken place no one knows what for.

Pleading cases wanting to say more,

But instead just dreary faces;

Blank,Numb,Lost,Sore.

Sometimes life happens,

We have to move along.

But sometimes life calls,

Like the morning bird with its early song.