I wonder if they know,
his mind was quite unspoken,
when a revelation
of sanity would steal his passion.
Sitting alone again,
sitting again in the quiet of an evening,
wondering just how this happens,
wandering throughout the many avenues,
the mind will take this forlorn
this human condition,
a travesty one might suggest if only anyone else
really cared as much as
the real victims that exist around
all the time.
Ever do we wonder about the soul,
when lost in the critical masses
of exceptional reasoning.
Inside that depression piece,
seems to speak its own mind
when no other reasoning
comes to mind.
On a given day,
no matter if it might be local,
perhaps across the world,
there is a reason,
if in the beat of our audible pulse,
the heart can speak,
and she will honor love.