Poetry

Neither Rhyme nor Reason

I’ve never been one to be static,
I hate to stay in one place,
I’m currently in my 14th house,
Forgetting that life’s not a race.

But I don’t seem to be winning.
Though my speed is quite high,
I look at others around me,
And feel some things passed me by.

A stable job and nice handbags,
These are the things that I own,
And although I’ve lived in lots of places,
There’s not many that I would call home. Continue reading “Neither Rhyme nor Reason”