If I Know What I Mean

Life is a little haphazard sometimes.
It goes off-kilter and runs away with itself.
I try to rein it in with a thread
of sounds, with rhythms and rhymes,
with structures that help me
(to a certain degree)
make sense of living;
it’s a way of saying
‘Whoa boy, slow down’
when life tilts
and runs away with itself and becomes
haphazard if you know what I mean…

Holding On