The ancient selfish
Has no home
No front yard
Or place to roam
Little are the places left
Where the selfish wander
Unfettered
Undisturbed
More questions than answers
For sure
A dusty match against reality
The selfish reign in uncertainty
Hurried they go limping off
As the ancient selfish
Have no places left
The ill-fated hum
Of a 4×4 truck
Settles in the distance
The United decisive blow
Given while the engine runs
Idle
To assume the worst
It’s in the title
The educated branch leans low
On day laced with regret
And pounding snow
A knit carriage
Will carry me home
When time is undone
Confusion sets in
Find me
Where the wind blows
Through open windows
Upon a knit carriage I
Will
Ride
Excellent chubby
Keep on keeping on
Keep rubbing your hands
Through the fields of misunderstanding
Chalk your lines
While your eyes hover over the graves
Of the ones lost
Along the way
Those days
That just don’t come together
In now way shape
Or form
No matter how I try
The hard moments
Just won’t iron out
So let it go
Flow from top to bottom
Under the bright lights
It will be alright
The morning loose
Has a new way of threading
Needless to say
Needles of the day
A morning loose has nothing
More to say
Take it all in
The sense of free
One man free
Doesn’t have to be
Yours
In hours and moments
We define freedom
Consume freedom and spread
The letters tied
Down
In my head
Write slow and smooth
All the unused phrases
Coming out in time
Hit the pen
Feel the rhyme
In coping with emotions
Happy and sad
Move the pen through feelings
Alive and dead
I hope that in the end
Finally
These words are read
The medical scatter
Over the mountains and
Through the woods
Holding our health
While they could
Medical scatter
From denial chatter
Hope reservoirs pumped with dreams
It is true
Nothing is quite
As it seems
Tired eyes
Tired shoes
Tired lies
On tired shores
There is hope
There is a chance
That we can grow up
Go past
Where the tired eyes
Rest
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