Geese

Emotions 

Are like flocks of geese

M        d           l          d

    U           d       e

with incoherent screeching

Honks pointed at things that don't necessarily hold any importance

Blank stares hiding a world of undiscovered 

Misunderstood by those who try and perceive it 

Emotions 

Are like flocks of geese

F l y i n g   s o u t h 

when things start to grow cold

Not wanting to be there when ice 

                                              falls 

                                                  down

with the dread of the looming darkness

And yet still spreading their wings in hopes for a new life

New sunshine to brighten their days 

Sweetness

          dripping 

      down 

from the sides of maple trees

Finding happiness in a new point of view

Emotions 

Are like flocks of geese

Making sudden movements when nobody expects them

Lashing

         out

in ways nobody asked for

Making a lot of things in life difficult to accomplish 

Hell 

    breaking 

            loose

for sometimes little to no reason

But sometimes that's just how it is 

But still

   Sometimes 

Emotions 

   Are like flocks of geese

Protective of their aspirations and those they hold dear

Looking out for what they need to 

And not being afraid to stand up for what is needed 

In all ways, 

and maybe none at all

Our emotions can all remind us 

The the anarchist tendencies

Of flocks of geese