Feeble attempts at lyricism.

The Periphery

June 19, 2019

Not one to dig in too deep,
like the bee who flies
from flower to flower.

Bound to the periphery
like a lone wolf…
with the pessimism of a stray dog.

The desire to set sail storms across choppy seas.
But something deep anchors me to the shore;
unsure if I’ll sink or swim.