cost


half your laughter seems like a good price
a fair price to indulge in

the cost to keep the machine moving
the parts screeching
the horns honking
the metal twisting

an orchestra of your defiance
playing so close to your ears
massaging your soul
with the music of your heart

patience is only for those
who want to remain alive
who want to keep breathing
smiling in the midst of
a pond of adversity