Saturday nite takeaway

On the tipping point of the scale
There is balance.
Here you find equilibrium

Lying between exhaustion and recovery
Between enthusiasm and hopelessness.
Cocooned in darkness.

In the journey there is a prospect
gold may lie in wait
Peace maybe found.

Track

The jet engine and the trees
Shadows of birds
A little forgotten island
The middle of the road
A hollow. Sheltered
The traffic lullabye
Monoxide dreams
Never silence.
Never darkness.
Always alone

By the bed

A pile of books looming.
A series of flirtatious moments
Some went further, several dates.
But they weren't the one

More like, it wasn't them, it was you.
You're just not in the right space right now
Forever distracted
Always fearful of silence

Looking to drown your thoughts
Not able to listen.
The book pile grows.

The more new starts you have
The more depressing it is to be back in the same place
Just in the shade of a longer shadow.