Pasture Lane, di Alex Deloney

Pasture Lane

I was once walking down

Pasture lane when crows flew over my head....

Then I thought of subtle rain

Pouring over the dead....

And golden sunsets bless this vision of dawn....

One day we will be gone

To be rained upon....

The beginning is coming here Where we used to play Sometimes we would laugh Or walk all day Then our feet would rise from the…

I write Not for tomorrow But for today Because tomorrow isn’t promised I promise

As I lay dying I can’t help but say I might beat this I may

Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.

Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?

The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone

Fill your days with Productivity. Challenge your thoughts Through activities. It leads to spouts

Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!

You’re one of my best friends An amazing person But not good enough Again and again My heart’s worst end

Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds

Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit

It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is

Huhges questioned A dream deferred I read it Then my dream occurred Just do

My dreams sit on the wall. It helps them not to fall. Through the cracks in my head. I want this but that comes instead… I am how I am.

But what we share Is golden like the endless sun Not knowing laughing and having fu… As we run To the lands unknown