A little more

Or a little less

Is what is expected

When you give up

On the rest

Go around

Again to see

The world

That we know

And the world that

We can see

Running

From the words

That take away my breathe

Leaves me

Helpless

To address

The deeper issues

Of fear

In my soul

Pulling me back

To the words

I keep running

From

What is a title

A name

Or a institution

Reckoning

It’s longstanding powers

Over the people

Or is it just a quick

Word

Passing

On the streets

Of LA

How the time

Has passed

Since life

Has taken

Turns

Shaded in fog

In my own mind

So the grapes of life

Have grown ripe

Today

We enjoy

The fruits of many years

Labor

Try again

In the face of the wind

And the times

That hold you down

Go again

Hope to see

The future through

Eyes of hope

And with uncertainty

Grows

Faith

So be faithful

That good comes to those

Who reach beyond

The realm

Of what is certain

The words

Can’t

Go to a place

That is forbidden

In the words written

So the taboo of the moment

Is to be free of thought

In moments

Where we are chained

To our devices

We break

Free