No way to slow down..
Wheels turn, but not around..
Can’t reach the ground..
Not when I’m heaven bound…
(up there somewhere)
No way to slow down..
Wheels turn, but not around..
Can’t reach the ground..
Not when I’m heaven bound…
(up there somewhere)
It had been a while since I wrote a poem. Not because it’s not in me to do but because musically there are demands as well. My father was and is a bass guitarist as well as a singer. Obviously I’d take part in that. But I wrote a poem entitled “settled” which is based around the love of two people from beginning to end. Introduction, marriage, kids, and death. But the basis revolves around being settled. Finding love and remaining Velcro to it. It’s brief but I find it relevant.
G Lu
“If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don’t have to actually eat it to know it’s shit.” -Seth Eisenberg