I have to step outside but I don’t know how
I’m losing my mind
seems every word, notion, afterthought, tomorrow
is about me
my words
my me.
And I want to step out and explore you
the, they, when, how, we all contribute.
Yet, help me imagine
one less enigma, (oh careful now)
speak less disparagingly
said the fraud
selling me his last nickel.
I’m everywhere
in my own mind,
and yet, I only have this window,
this crowded view of my
front door,
my neighborhood
this city
our world, planet,
one.
There’s that Hollywood movie
always playing in my mind,
every thought find a correlation
like some scripted reality.
And yet I don’t know if he was happy
when I wrote the words.
Right now looking back
still trying to put all the pieces together
otherwise no matter
jumping further ahead
and confusion
that inner soul
lay in question
wondering just why
do we choose the lives we
chose.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
Haven’t any idea where,
weighing risks
but isn’t life filled with change
the need to backfire gone
more security
finding that path that includes
yourself
no one else inside this bubble
a protection
and though the need for a flourish
always whistling
helps him become whole
again.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
One Saturday the words wouldn’t come,
though standing just outside
the blue,
this letter would let me
feel the beauty of her soul.
Gathering in her exhale
stark and bellowing
is such a contrast
to the gentle soul,
the missing affection,
lacking a resilient rapture.
Fixing ugly takes aspects of real
and lets the mind
wonder without resolve
just how far will this journey last?
Yet then the ceiling, that centerpoint
for finding form,
the touch of her hand
keeps me there,
standing outside her door
Saturday morning.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
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