Pulling away from normality,
fighting for every last breath.
There is a flow to the universe,
but it’s time to linger, take a stance.
The uneven grounds are embraceable,
the crooked lanes are alive.
A sweet disposition of stranger days,
enlightens those darkened nights.
Lies are nothing but hidden truths,
it’s all disconnected, underrated.
Do not go quietly into the flame,
let the spark extinguish the mind.
Be something more, or something less,
it’s your choice this time.
By: C.A. Gallinger