out of the lines

my mind was in the toxicity of the green

The higher up we go, the lost we become.

In the running, we all come.

One step at a time.

Spirits run forever.

Dropping Like Rain.

Raining Like A Drop.

The Evolution Of Pressure.

We are in a circle.

i'm out of the lines.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Easy to follow the group. Hard to see the less walked on road and place.
"The Evolution Of Pressure.
We are in a circle."
I believe we are screw-up in the school system. Teaching every kid the same things. Kids minds have no limit. Led them run with and expand. Or sit still if desire. I like the poem. left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Yanina McKnight]

Society is constricted within the boundaries of humanity. Choice is all up to the individual not the group they stand in. Expansion of the mind will create expansion of the world.
Thank you, I'm glad my poem left you thinking.
-Yanina

[Coyote Poetry]

It did and you are welcome.