Hazy Acres

Growing is a bitch 

Read that somewhere or maybe its just true 

So you sense it as you stumble on rocks 

Walking as you always have with a little more edge 

They never really tell you in the description

Waiting for something that’s been inside all along 

Growing is a bitch 

Yeah I think so as well

Its hard to touch your toes

Or twist while holding in a lunge posture

Bend your back without breaking it 

Hold so long you fall to your knees

Its not easy to write 

Find words after releasing so many 

Choosing to say things anyway

No reasons but to create 

Explorings sound is a real shit as well

Knowing what fits based on how you feel

Trying to capture a perfect transition 

Or make simple tones magic 

Which words to sing or not sing 

When is it all ready or not ready 

Growing

Watching your children grow

Beautiful but an edge to it 

You see time everywhere 

Let go they say 

How do you when you keep trying 

And it still comes 

Own it all in accepting the rhythms 

Some things make sense

Most of it challenges all of you 

Little by little 

Small passage from books you’ve cruised before

Little things 

Fragments to add 

Like a brick for another brick

Releases some tensions 

And when we are not paying attention 

A hawk flys in front of us down the path you’re on

I shed a tear 

Signals from an outer zone 

Seconds to see 

Just seconds 

Growing is an ice cream cone in July with no A/C 

Its also that hawk 

Or their smiles 

The sound and letters 

Seeing new lines on your body 

Less pain 

More pain 

Stable pain

Released in a total escape 

Inviting the reminders to make sure you know 

Its hard and will always be hard

An edge is worth looking over