In Succession

How many times in a day

must I try to overcome

my mindful traces along the way

those doubtful winsome


notions capturing my way

I walk inside a foggy emotion

stuck in some simple sway

I want only to stop the commotion


If I listen to jazz on a Sunday night

could it be the muse I speak of

or does that same melody that might

give me peace, release a lovely dove.


I want to understand my pain

I do wish only to leave this place

the way I cry at night a refrain,

must somehow leave a sort of trace


I want the world I know inside the word

to wish for easier time with life

I would be grateful if beyond the absurd

I might experience less strife


I suppose it is foolish to imagine a release

freedom enough in spiritual term is peace


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