Baffling tones
All around
The zone of focus
In todays world
There is no straight forward
Progress
Regress
Reset
Redo
It’s all up to me
And you
Baffling tones
All around
The zone of focus
In todays world
There is no straight forward
Progress
Regress
Reset
Redo
It’s all up to me
And you
Not always looking forward
To the kind of approach
You want
Rather a bit of back attention
Is required
When the hope is to make it
A full display
Of words and puzzles
Are on the way
A tense ring
In the most difficult of times
All that is built up
All the broken lines
But we have to address what is broken
Before we can repair
And grow
The stem steward
Gets up at the crack of dawn
Upon the glistening lawn
Procures the life
From the small plants
Around our feet
It’s the life
Of plants to keep
The write up
Not waking up
Much of the woken
Cut of mine
In a world
So full of feedback
At a distant time
No write up
Makes more
Than the last
Common thoughts
Common past
Today I look ahead
At the opportunity
Presented
In a world of chaos
And confusion
One hope is set on amusing
My mind
The opportunity
To grow
With ever moment
No matter how the world goes
Just keep going
A general nonsense
Is lingering about
In a wierd way
Around town
Where the cacti grow strange
And the wind blows mild
A bit of nonsense
Is making its way
Around
From news to views
Everyone plays a part
In the path they choose
For now
I heed only to the fact
That there is high levels of uncertainty
So certainly
There is a skeptisim
Required
An ambiguous shape
Of unknown proportions
World of unknown lies
My own distortions
Run through my head
As I try to make
Sense of the light
Passing through
My eyes
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
The teetering success
Hinges upon the ability
To express
The words communicated
From mind to hand
Delivered neatly
Thought out
Without distress
These words exceed
Or fall short
That is no fault of my own
Just a lack of understanding
New territory unknown