Anybody know
anyone care,
is there a reason to wonder
are we all living a sham
the other day
I saw a protester
listened to their cause
the streets were wild
with anger and adversity,
her energy was visible,
and I wondered why,
I wondered who she was
why did she care so much,
what would she do next,
maybe go home,
stick her head in the oven,
tie a rope around her neck
because even though
she so publicly loved,
she believed,
she showed her passion,
suddenly when alone
who gives a shit about passion anyway!
All it took,
was that one
sunny afternoon
an unfamiliar trail,
the ripe harvest of the fall
our own demise
such was the trail
that held no comfort
we watched each other strain
to understand
why fantasy inside reality
might never mix
yet
there was one
walked away
still believing
in the beauty of a harvest
the warmth before the chill,
would hold our hearts
in quiet hibernation
until spring
when souls could reunite
in the beauty of
Nature’s form.
wake wondering
alone
a crowd surround
yet my head has
miles streaming
confusion modern context
social media blitzkrieg
wishing
dusty roads
a light in the distance
rather than the palm of my hand
would then I might
search
forever her
eyes
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