The HQ
A place to define
The limitations
Of what can be
And what could be
Done
And undone
With exhaustion
To the wind
Of narratives
Grave
In the HQ the words
Land
The HQ
A place to define
The limitations
Of what can be
And what could be
Done
And undone
With exhaustion
To the wind
Of narratives
Grave
In the HQ the words
Land
A storm
Of proportions
Unknown
So hold your hands
Tight
Don’t look outside
And take heed
To the warnings
Of the night
For another day
Goes to bed
Awakes
A new mourning
In time
The week sets
Off
And the new one
Sets in
When will I be here again
In the same place
With a familiar thought
Or feeling
The work that has to be
Done
To get the same
Repeating
So instead
I take the breathe
Of the day
And breathe in
The whole feeling
Of living in this moment
Another round
This time
It’s off kilter
But done in a way
That makes me happy
Today
I was alway a stubborn
Child
With wild eyes
Focused
On a goal
Since I was little
It’s the only life
I know
To focus and stay
Committed
To the
Goal
Withstanding
A new path
None of us
Have the answers
So I look
Everywhere for hope
Of what to do
To make the world
A better place
Thankful
For the words
That can come
From a moment
Of time
Thankful for the night
And the day
That surrounds our
Lives
Thankful to be
Allowed to say
Thanks
Today
The words
Of not
Being present
Present
An issue of contentment
How to hold back
Feelings that should be
Out in the open
Is a way of restraint
And test
For the easiest hopes
Not everything is a 10
Out of 10
Not everything do I care
To attend
Or understand
Sometimes
A blithe time
Is what is needed
For peace of mind
In this time
Just swimming and
Enjoying
Life