Abstract & Asphalt

Like the white flags that show
surrender
And the snowflake in a warm hand
melted
These are pillars of asphalt.

Like the sky that touches the
see
And the woman that tells you
know
Like the position that allows you to
be
And cliquish love you sometimes
sow
These become asphalt compromises.

There can be a searching of your
soul
There exists a peace in-
between
Where's the road you want to
go
And what is where is not as why it
seams?

Of imposters ----
like feigned " good guys "
One truth remains the same. . .
Concrete may pour in lies
and abstract from deep within
are rarely harnessed ----

let alone,
understood.