Unseen Ripples

No man behind the curtain,
I swear, please, just look at the view
(because her mind is a mess).

She bet on the rebels, dreaming
of change.
The faint lines of glory
might be fading,
but she hasn’t stopped wishing.
Don’t give up yet,
the sun hasn’t set (not yet).

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time-
a life filled with mountains,
there are so many climbs.
Now, all that is left is the fall.

It all feels so strange,
but you can’t replicate
the time that has passed,
you just have to wait.

You’d do anything, too,
if it was your family.
That’s the funny thing,
you’d do it all over again
at the change to save them.

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time,
a life filled with mountains
Oh, so many climbs.
All you can do now is fall.

Don't give up now,
the sun hasn’t set.
Wait three hours,
just hang on,
there’s one more hill to climb.
Once you’re there it will all be clear.
I’m supposed to say that
things happen for a reason.
And maybe that’s true.
But, it doesn’t matter in the end,
not to the little guys.
(we feel each punch).

Leaves in the water,
making ripples in time-
a life filled with mountains,
there are so many climbs.
Now, all that is left is the fall.

One breathe can make all the difference,
sadly, we don’t always get to see it.

This poem (and another one I might post) came out feeling like a slightly different style than I often write, mostly because it started as a song idea sort of thing. Anyway, here it is.