Fighting the news
Trying to choose
what to say
Not profanity or vanity
Seems like articulated complacency
by a person just speaking to fill time
An act in adjacency
A plan I see:
Humanity
Mood for mood
Science or art
In between
Far apart
Together striving hard
to be standing free
Picture taken by my Dad
As I lay down after what seems like a thousand years,
I’ve accomplished what I’ve needed,
Escalated a million times,
And come down heavy here,
I’m feeling no pain since I’ve been back,
Killing time until we’re dead,
It’s an emotional lecture
I’d speculate
How to maintain a pain-free head,
The way is clear,
Find the path,
My head is clear,
What a blast,
I’m feeling like a train on the tracks: fast,
Finding guidance from you instead,
It’s not just conjecture
I anticipate
How we always get ahead,
As I charge up and energize, I’ve no more valid fears,
I realize all we carry,
How we’ve lightened spilling-skies,
And stayed so steady here
MacroMichael 