Things Will Be Fine

Things will be fine.

Sometimes it’s cold outside and the bus comes on time

Sometimes I save a little from cheque to cheque

Not hanging off my last dime

Although I’m content with hanging off the right dime

She’s got eyes that pierce the way into a rhyme

Sometimes it storms outside

But art is in the way the trees sway and wind chimes

I’ll draw promises in the sand while you play in the water

And they disappear when the wind blows

Sometimes things don’t last but that’s just how life goes

Not sure what’s cool but I know what’s fake

Fake people aren’t there when push hits a shove

And that shit shows

Not down with the porcelain scene.

I’ve had my lips frozen to a glass past

Not entirely sure where this poem is going

I’ll let it adrift into the water

Watching life from a sun orbed backdrop

Toes just brushing the water.

Things will be fine.

-D.R