Just Passing Through

I sold my soul to a man in Los Angeles
I was hungry, and needed to eat breakfast
and I figured that I'd never need it

Inspire
Create something before your hands catch fire
No water exists
that can douse the remnants
of your suppressed desires

I told my story to a kid at the park
The air was freezing, and the sky was dark
He told me, "existence is art"
And in the face of threatening winds
I knew I had nothing left to teach him

Keep a quick pace
But if you make decisions in haste
you'll be left to wait
An unfortunate contradiction
of an already exacerbated condition

I sang my song to a bird
who was better than me in every sense of the word
She told me, "listen and I'll show"
I closed my eyes
and let the lesson take hold

Freedom carries sacrifice 
so take caution
walking on ice

We are merely momentary

Reviews

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Life is just a momentary, passing through...well said. I like the style of the poem, with in every stanza an idea and an advice or a lesson. It's speaks of wisdom and knowledge. Very well done.

[j.l. luna]

Wow, thanks so much for reading and your comment! Very nice of you to take the time. :]

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

My pleasure, have a nice day :)
Rudi

[Jeffrey David]

Both edgy and beautiful at the same time. Each stanza paints a very individual picture. I love the closing line....

[j.l. luna]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work! I'm glad you got something from it. :]