Overwhelmed
Intimidated
Frustrated
Confused
These are the words
Dominating the news
I read
And I am ready for
Something new
Overwhelmed
Intimidated
Frustrated
Confused
These are the words
Dominating the news
I read
And I am ready for
Something new
I have discovered language flaws
A pool above ground
Is still a soundly referred to pool
Where a full pool under the land
Is a pool as well
This seems injust
Wrong
Language is flawed
I knew this all along
Hotel chains
Where we go to sleep
Chain the hotels
When we go easy
Or we go late
Hotel chains
Are trying to make changes
With plastics and disposables
I know though
That the hotel chains are changing
Art in place
Hold the rat race
When the lineup is announced
With brims of smiles
Waiting to come out
Whether you make the list
Or are cut
The point of art is to
Create mastery forms of gut
Knock the apocalypse
With one hand outstretched
Reaching back with
A little further to wrench
Can we ask a Apocolypse to
Postpone
Some crazy hopes of tomorrow
Unknown
I just wanted to ask
If we understand the matter
At hand
When the good of the party
Outweighs the good of the country
What have we done
Me the creator
Me the enabler
I run from the words
That cast truth in
This day
It’s up to me
And you
Take it to the home
Of the light on the top
The rare bloom of birds
Singing in the morning breeze
Sets the tone
For an easy night scene
Critic stare
With certain vision
Free me now
From my own prison
Of words and defeat
Before I meet the road
I am supposed to be on
Renewal makes a difference
When you are all in
Cast out the doubts
But undoubtedly
Not perfection
Because mistakes
Are the way forward
Don’t overestimate
The destination
When the first step
Is forward
Seeking understanding
Understated
Planning
Of approach
And logic
Humanity problems
Have evolved from panic
Frantic energy
From everyone we see
We must try to slow down
So we can see
Another person
Instead of an adversary