Watching the news,

hearing the words,

imagining the time,

wondering about just

right now.

 

Reflection in the way,

causeways toward truth,

the ignorance of time,

we all want to find,

a happy place.

 

Chapters in reserve,

there’s no way back

to resolve the issues

we knew way back when

we had no idea.

 

Grew up far too quickly,

forgot childhood pranks,

laughter in innocent appeal,

the world simply occurred,

I stepped in the way.

 

I often imagine taboo,

and then I want to cry,

I realize the storm is heading

clearly my way, and no matter

the time, it will sway.

 

Quiet the temperate fog,

the shadows will remain,

just the sunlight in its

delightful intensity,

still will rise.

 

I spoke loud one afternoon,

the world listened

and a million men

joined in a shattering chorus

of shallow regard.