Yielding

Sanity gets all I’ve got.

The eyes of the storm
Blows my every thought.
So, I’m forced to learn,
And know what I’m not.

I still fear the repetitive,
The near and the tragic.
I still confined to time,
And double yellow lines.

I still steer, not to collide
With an oncoming traffic
In my ever tireless mind.
– I am just trying to live.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton