Beauty & Meaning

Some little thoughts before you call it a day, A lot can't be said in 4 lines, but i will try to keep it concise, Just remember not to hold it much to your heart, Now, call it a day, tomorrow is another page. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The math of life doesn't always balance out, Sometimes it is positive, other times it's not,  Sometimes you earn, sometimes you learn, Some days are winning days, some days are learning days, The math of life doesn't always balance out, because balance is an illusion. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Left and right, the human divide, A polarised world, different sides, different fights,  The fights for rights, humanity suffers, Different race, colours and tribes, but deep down we all are the same, The colour of humanity: is love  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some days are spent alone Just you and your thoughts, and no one else,  To look at your body, and converse with your soul,  To listen to the voice that has been silenced by the daily grind, Some days are spent alone, these are the days that your learn yourself.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com 

A day on, a day off, the inconsistent mind, Sometimes it takes long, like after a while,  It follows a pattern,  but it's never straight,  It's easily attracted, and quickly distracted,  Have done works, nothing gets finished,  The inconsistent mind, is a mess of a mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Downtime, low vibe from the churning mind, The words are hard to come by,  The rhymes are disjointed and doesn't rhyme, Each new line, is worse than the last, The mind is parched like desert lands, This is the stage many give up, It's all part of the creative cycle.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com