Days of Old

Like the days of old
 calm like a river when it rains on my work
 looking to get by with thoughts
 and rhymes but do they reflect what
 I have learned
 sometimes words, sounds, and lights
 arn't enough
 life needs to happen
 I'm not waiting for love or
 the unloved.
 keep my word and my
 silence cus sometimes
 it can get tough
 a breath of fresh air
 can be like a word
 that is fair
 if I have nowhere to stand
 because I've been living
 in nowhere land