Paint sticks on walls
people become their parents
picture frames capture moments.

Surely someone wears leather shorts
but even this is a trope

People listen with no willingness
imagination stays confined
to the recesses of time
make it work; wear floral prints
lack awareness of goals
beyond days days end multiplied

There is this moment
here we are again
take it and hate it
leave it to love it
try to recreate
something intangible
its not all about making things stay.

How does time account for fear?

When I try to teach you to be persuasive
you say “what am I supposed to say?”
We have lost the point
like the smile someone suppresses when seeing you
see them. Embrace it, adore it
who you are will never dissipate
change comes when you’re ready to know
that flowers die and are still beautiful.