Plant and attempt to cultivate something in these desert rocks and it will soon die, but weeds, unattended, grow and thrive. Is this some sort of life-defining metaphor?
Monthly Archives: December 2016
Colors of the Season
Anticipation
Some days the anticipation of going out
Is heavily outweighed
By the laid-back comfort of all
That’s right here.
There’s no burning need to step outside
Anticipation of the unknown
Is heavily outweighed by the comfort of all
That’s right here.