What started out

Simple

Was a bit of a chaotic

World of

Change and displacement

From New York to the mountains

Of Sedona

The world

Can only get to know you

If you try and give

Every moment

A chance

Of the best life

You can live

Not as hopeful

As the last moments

Of the day

From the production

Made

Rather ashamed

Of mistakes

Taken in stride

All the time

I have learned to

See through

The blinding light

The time has gone

By

In a way

That wakes

A moment

Since then

I have been

Open to new

Ideas

And hopes

Of what is to come

Bitterness

Doesn’t mean

Much

When the only hope

Is togetherness

In time

Will resolve

All wounds

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