36.) Flow

                                    

                                          


Melting in misery,
in head-to-toe burgundy.
Waiting for time to pass by me.
Breathing happily.
Two silver rings
precious things.
Shining, golden wings
only given to kings.
Oh, but they can be earned.
Their rich lives are widely yearned.
The labyrinth is long yet learned.
But blind eyes are still turned.
But there's always hope.
Always a way.
You can use a rope
to get away.
From your lower state,
to get past that gate,
changing your fate.
It's never too late.
Some of us succeed,
yes, yes, indeed!
Gold lives we lead,
prosperity we need.
Come, sit by me.
Under this green tree.
In the shade of safety.
At the top of society.
You can grow growing gold from your hair,
passed on down, from every descendent or heir.
Building your own striking, silver lair.
While deprivation, stays back there.
And it's okay,
don't you see?
The grass isn't green
on both sides, nay.
So, come sit by me.
We've both had a long, long week,
remember?
And life's only long enough to sort yours out,
everybody else can stride about,
you can call others, yes, you can shout,
but you can't control their disbelief or doubt.
Just live for yourself, and you'll be okay.
If you want your dream,
then flow through the stream.
Even if that means you'll be alone,
it's better than dying under a stone.
You'll be fine in the end, that I know.
So just row,
row through life.
Let it flow,
to your afterlife.
You don't know
when you'll die,
so just flow,
until you fly.
💫 
(I wrote this one in college, Shh! Don't tell!) 🤫