The Exploration

To a passerby Who sits up high We are insignificant Just a blip in their mind But for eyes Of those watching each night We are characters From a chapter of time Perhaps our sight Reminds him of a time When he was the protagonist  Watched by others’ eyes No he wonders why Such a simple sight Still makes him cry Night after night He doesn’t realize He was that guy With his hand on her thigh But rather than try, he let it die Now all he can do Is watch from the sky Trying to find A way to go back in time

  Yin yang Rushing through Today As if tomorrow things may Be better in some way So complain When skies are gray And it begins to rain But when sun shines Each day You say Everyday looks the same In these words There’s pain From chasing away the rain And wishing things would change But when they do You wish it was the way It used to be Back in the good ol’ days No yin without yang.