A Grip on Life (Original Poem)

Upon this page I pour my ink
In light and fluff to spread my wings
Days turning into nights at a glinting wink
As I peddle my ride to the nearby city

Grounding my grind in a mix of joy
I learn to sit and listen to thee
Speaking of time in tales gone by
As thyme, the missing ingredient to life is unveiled

Stalling at junctions for turnings
Curtains revealing underlying fear for companion
Happy to play and skip keys to life
No musical notes left to play

Void of feeling and meaning
Reaching deep within to curve a footing
Rooting myself for stability
I am up and running