First Poem Post!

Ripcord.

Is there truly a solution

To a drifting tumbleweed

It’ll always move with the wind

Keep shape and go forward

But it doesn’t have choice

The tumbleweed never stops

To think if it wants to go

Or stay in the sand

It cannot think for itself

It doesn’t mind anything 

It pushes past all in its way

And keeps going forward 

But it doesn’t have choice

The tumbleweed never stops

Every glory in the air

Beauty in horizons and skyfall

Whiz right past and lose it again

Try to stop or grow and fail

It stays the same no matter 

What if it wants to change 

Or stop, or slow down, or stay

For the pretty sunrise one more time

There’s a fire pit burning out here

But it doesn’t have choice

The tumbleweed never stops

And ablaze.