Walk With Me
Will you please understand me,
play with my mind the way you do,
when I imagine accepting you.
Will you understand our lives,
are seemingly meant to make mistakes,
not count upon manipulating ill-found
resentment toward envy.
I walked outside in the sunlight,
realized that energy,
so delicious and invigorating,
is the same resource we all count upon.
Will you examine the human condition,
that mind blowing reality
of sensibility drawn together
with ignorance and prejudicial mockery.
Hi, I said as I was walking alone,
wondering if within the scope of love
we might all find ourselves
walking with Robert Frost.
Walk with me, and be helpless,
that humility is far more attractive
than imagining my way is right,
instead our way is found together.
(to my secret muse, this one is about society)