Poem: Method to Life

Puddles fill up the ground, slippery
Potholes dig through and make us shake
Wind blows, carries us away


Snow piles, making ice
Sun behind the clouds,
Dirt beneath our shoes


Song left unsung,
Thoughts colliding
Chattered tongues
Sky grey,

Everyday.

Things are wrong,
Can't be fixed


We keep going though,
On and on
Without drowning in our lives

These things bring us down
But we resolve greatly and never give up.

It's our method to the perfect life,
That life we shall live.

We shall go on and on.