‘Transitory Bearings’

There are greens in the blues,

browns in the frowns of everyone around

and thats okay


Lines are blurred

From errors occurred

By the universe’s strategic

Mind that keeps us combined.


All these fine lines.

All these fine lines.

Crossed and not defined

All the fine lines


We go with the flow

Take on our interruptions

Emotion first, all reasons second.


There are no guidelines

Mad in love with the surprise

Mushing together these separate lives.

That typically would never cross in their time.