We wake to the morning
asking for our soul,
at least for a few hours,
protect the innocent,
that sort of thing that eats away,
asks you with a constant
urgency.
Do you have to be that way,
could you maybe perhaps
try it another way.
Does it always have to be,
the way you want it to be.
I feel a constant pressure,
at my back, in my face,
crawling along my skin,
each glance, each breath,
my takeaway is nothing short of,
really dissatisfying.
Yet, when I stop to breathe
(a rare reality)
I sometimes come to terms
with how base my society is,
how simple an analogy I could toss around,
and satisfy so many onlookers.
I have to consciously allow my life to unfold,
and when I do,
when that really does happen,
when I might feel the beauty of life around me,
rather than the angst of not having any energy,
when that occurs,
well, that’s really the best time to
teach.