Fellow Obstacles
I just don't forget my mistakes.
I smoothe them out
off the streets.
I admit the subtle ones
were no fun.
Stumbled and fell behind
the same old run.
It takes courage to know
that I deserve better,
once my lessons were learned.
A drop of a hat,
a friendly pat on the back...
It's all the ways that keep
me on track
to what truly matters.
I didn't give up, despite the shame.
I didn't lose faith
from playing "the game."
Yet, I knew I'd look back and see,
my life has given me
a new path to resolution.
An inner pride, and restoration.
I am one to count all the good
and bad, no fabrication.
Just me to know I was worth love
in the end.
.
L.A. Streets
Such a humdrum of high-flying
palm trees, and lingering cracks along a Hollywood street.
So familiar.
So much a home for many of us.
People who linger under the first sun, and dive into a pool;
Oh! what fun!
It's part of wondering if they'll ever fix these broken streets.
Let us see us bike through them, fearlessly.
Just be sure you wear a good pair of walking shoes.
We'll exist anyway,
despite everything.
That's what living in L.A. is all about.
Follow Me Home
I turned around and lost my way through this stubborn neighborhood highway.
Had an ice cream inside a turquoise truck,
wondering at all where my life was going.
Did it seem real?
Was my mind playing daydreams with me?
Where is the life behind this silly street?
The one I knew I better take notice.
All the rules have broken away,
and slipped through the cracks,
and followed me home.
One more gain to the broken bones.
Determined, I gained plenty.
Enough strength to pull me in and get me out.
Coming out of a fight,
a true winner,
without a doubt.
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