When the hour will wane,
our heart is out of place,
when we wish only disdain
when logic has no trace
we might imagine a different take
on the notions ahead,
a far greater value at stake
than an ego’s reactive head.
Can we ever imagine,
just a singular reaction,
might we step out of the din
of our constant affirmation.
I walked alone through a crowd,
with all of the eyes quite askance
I felt I might be wearing a shroud,
if in conversation I took a chance.
We might recognize there is true value
when understanding betters our view.
