The Weekly Basis

The Weekly Basis

By: Tyler Ross

My hands are worn from pushing too hard

My eyes are strained from intricate realities

The voice of reason stands strong and clear

I no longer run from my fears

Left with one good leg to race the ocean wave to its break

I’ve become a half colored man who contemplates more by staying awake

In these late nights I think too much

In these late nights I haven’t said enough

Ladybug beetles make my day

By the way they laid upon my arm and settled as the wind swayed

The strings to my guitar vibrate harmonious melodies near one A.M.

My hands still worn tired from strumming the same song for longer than ten

Minutes in the day aren’t as long as they seem

The night comes quickly and I rarely remember my dreams

My education brightens my calendar

Some fresh faces even give me a boost

I get lost reading my graphic novels and books

Then at times turn to music when no one is around and get loose

It’s cold in the ending hours and my knees feel it the most

My glasses find my face whenever I get close

To finding sleep is like a student procrastinating a term paper

In these late nights I think too much

In these late nights I haven’t said enough

Stilling waiting for something greater

A change of pace

Still waiting for something greater