Along a winding path
Paved sun-glazed cement
Baked with a hazy grey sealant
With summer shoes
Raking the rocks
Along the freckled
Grass
Sunscreen scented fragrances
Illuminating hiatus
Under the strung out
Santa Monica Sun
Along a winding path
Paved sun-glazed cement
Baked with a hazy grey sealant
With summer shoes
Raking the rocks
Along the freckled
Grass
Sunscreen scented fragrances
Illuminating hiatus
Under the strung out
Santa Monica Sun
Hello
Back again
I am
How is it that when
The open road calls
The mind goes quiet
Simply put
But back in my chair
Armed with new ideas
Opportunities
New experiences from
Across the country
Again I write
I reunite with a friend
I truly
Begin again
What in the world
Strength throw dumbbells curled
Javelin hurled
Bench press thrust
Is this a must
Such poor word selection
Power hard
Fast and furious
This leaves more to be curious
Than resolved
Our new mantra to be debated
While people in our country are confiscated
Why such ignorance and clamor
Why the subtle glamor
Celebrating the courageous politicians
Who are much more to be pitied
With blame
What will become of the hundreds
Thousands
That end up giving up everything
Come up just a bit short
Short of the goal
Slightly off the objective
What happens when those souls
Examine minimum wage
And reconsider everything
Starting with their age
These revelations come on off days
When I am at the store
Realize somehow everything moves along
Push the grocery shopping cart
Keep shopping
Shake it off
What can I do
Seeing the beginning hrough
What looked like a simple task
Revealed a challenging mask
What I now must ask
What is the drive of a dream
Driving, pushing, ripping with steam
When steam is less of a stream
A trickle slowly flowing
Regrouping a new batch of fury
When it is needed in such a hurry
I knew that challenges would come up
Disrupt my path of commitment
Inner sentiment rattled
In an industry of noise and clatter
Struggling to find what matters
What is clear and concise
Hold on to notes more precise
A harmony that unites
Rather than divides
The stories coming from other story tellers
Tell the same story as mine
In a world less than divine
Struggles and distractions are what they find
I see the same hopes and failures
Hoping for grit to set sail
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