Tipping Poem by Hollis Pierce

they speak of forests and trees
say, what if i was blind?
that throws a wrench in things
everything turned upside down
happens to the best of us, i guess
for every storm, theres a rainbow
a light in the dark
reason or faith, hard to balance

but maybe its too late
do you want to stick around?
i worry about you sometimes
even though you say youre fine
believe me, i can tell when somethings off
in time, it might get better
that might be a bit overused
anymore, it doesnt matter