In the morning,

I’ll walk a new route,

one filled with imagination,

with need, desire, passion,

dancing circles around naivete,

though there be shrewd,

their world will be skewed,

perhaps the occasional diatribe

might turn toward an energy

meant to run their lives toward survival.

Indeed, the top alarmists will exist,

those with quiet goals that receive everyone’s

attention because of their,

special skills,

yet it is the toilers, the middle roaders,

the quiet wall flowers,

they are the walkers, the eyes darting away,

the shy missed demeanors,

they are the souls we might

as well –

pay attention to,

when the kids, the children, return to school.