Robert Munoz

Living on a Pearch






Perched

I feel sometimes I'm on the edge

Of finding something new and

Then as quickly as it came it

Vanishes into the blue


Even though I calmly dredge

My mind it won't be sill

Dancing, prancing on the ledge

Another hole to fill


Am I here and is it now

I've come to understand

It matters not the time I spend

I'll get there if I can


The way in life I often see

Is full of joy and hope

But too much or too little rope

Can lead to heart felt misery


So in the end it's safe to say

And maybe there's no other way

To be alive in constant search

Is simply living on a perch

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