9-4 at 3-9

So many beginnings to one end

Which starts to form slowly

A knitted brow worms closely towards a plateau

Crumpled fingers live life again

 to hear the sound of a familiar scale

A S D F semi colon L K J

Some may have worried

Some wondering what must have gone wrong

Now time has released that slow potion asking for one last time to flow correctly

I think of changing time

With changing pleasure

Like changing season and changing suns

I think of peaking mountains

To flowing rivers

Rolling country to screaming town

I think of where i was

And who i am

Where i’m at and where I’d like to be

But none can compare to what i’ve thought

And what im thinking this is!

The flow of the pen again

I pray it doesn’t end.