• Straight doesn't go forward
    Night doesn't go into day
    You can't meet the tip of a sword

    You can't kiss the waters
    You can't hide from the moon
    You can't evade the sins of our fathers

    As night turns to day
    and forward goes straight
    I wake up to bale the hay

    I can't help but wonder
    Why can't I lie to the thunder?
    Why can't I fight hunger?

    A fun day has different definitions
    The sun sets and the moon rises
    Nations burn through munitions

    I can't find a significant end to this poem
    and before I continue to ramble on about random things
    Goodbye.