Midnight Musings

Don't run with scissors
Don't fight the tide
Cross with the green light
Keep your eyes open wide
Don't take those chances
like a bird on the wire
You know better than
to be playing with fire

Heed all the warnings
handle with care
You’re always so cautious
to see every snare
Watch you don’t set one
yourself by mistake
Don’t say you’re sorry
For chances you take

Desires of the heart
are a swift-running stream
Wading too close to
the current’s a dream
turned into a nightmare,
like matches that burn
too close to kindling
O when will you learn