.

I welcome the door

To your Pandora's Box

Of inner delights

And outward confusion

.

You set the stage

Unconsummated rage

Veering slightly to the left

And then back again

.

As if pursuing

A bird in flight

But it's a strike

Against continuum

.

Driven constantly by

Downward strokes

But saved once more

By hopeful folks

.

Who look past

Sin & Salvation

Savour the spark

Lingering within...

.

That which outlives

Reason & Rhyme

And justifies

Wasted Time

;

One spends

Wondering why...

You keep running

Against the grain

.

Skin-in and knee-deep

Whether you are

Shelter or street

In summer or sleet

It's a valid reason

Always a good season

For you to run

Into the pouring rain

Against the grain

.

Keep those wheels

Grinding, finding

Reminding us

Of all that we gain

And choose to delete

.

When we run

Truly run

Against the grain

I really love the pictures u paint in my mind, thank you