Short Bits

A few short poems that might become bigger things, or maybe four lines is their lot.

This mind
This lense
That drives you
Around the bend

I ask you a question
Why are you here?
Your answer is your own
The life you lead is yours
As hard as you try
You’ll never be a clone

Travel without maps
In each moment
See don’t look
Learn without books

Kate bush was running up hills
I’m falling down holes
Been taking this route for a while now
And it’s starting to get old

Dave James Horn ©