Between Us and the Water by Eric Brochu
A battle brews beyond grey fences.
A call to arms,
And the volley commences.
These feelings are torn,
Stirring my thoughts,
Indecisive and worn.
Shall I travel down the beaten path,
Destination known,
But with no green grass?
Or should I meander,
Wander away
from your amatorial pander?
Give me clarity.
Show there’s no reason
For such disparity.
Of you I beg
Not an arm nor a leg,
But a place to run,
With feelings fecund.
Her Two Cents
I travel down the beaten path
feelings are Indecisive, torn, and worn
But With A call to arms
Stirring my thoughts
Shall I beg Of you
Give me clarity?
A battle brews
the volley commences.
an arm For a leg,
Or should I meander, Wander away?
Show there’s no reason
nor fecund feelings
But run to a place
with your green grass, amatorial pander
beyond These grey fences.
And from such disparity
no Destination Not known
Outside the ego
