"Bare Bones"

by Thomas M. Burgess


The colors are way too bright,

I long for things to be in black and white.

Need to see the forest for the trees,

Now I’m trying to see things as they really are,
Not as they should be.

Bare to the bone, right to the point no fences to climb over,

Like the innocence of the newborn.

Wide eyed to the world,

Welcoming all things with open arms.

The colors are so bright this day,

Longing for things to be in the black and white once again.

Complications are keeping me uncertain;

No maps to travel into tomorrow.

Still I travel into my future, right into the middle of all the colors,

Recalling all the days of having no fear.

Carrying the Innocence of a newborn,

Bare to the bone right to the point.

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