March

It was spring, summer, winter, all in one day,

The people came out, and the skirts came out,

Then the furs came out, and they all blew away.

And the next week came with the snow and the cold,

In like a lion, out like a lamb, fortune favors the bold.

Conflicted

That I can believe in so much, and so little, at the same time,

That I can do so much, and so little, at the same time,

That I can feel so much, and so little, at the same time,

Only makes me wonder if I should be amazed by the much, or the little.

We are so many, and some are entertained, 

By the most irrelevant, and the most mundane,

While some of us endevour, and make the most of our full brain,

But in our epic struggle, 

We are both big and little.