Every angle

Has a tangle

Crushing down on me

*

Facing my fears

Changing my gears

Touches the sky for me

*

Intense perception

Has protection

Rushing all around me 

*

It has to be

What it means to me 

*

Perspective is reality

**

A mood can lead us to

misunderstood actions

And we can lose traction

In how we relate

Or how we debate

With our narrow motivation 

*

Irrevocable words

That should not be heard

are waiting at the station

*

They might seem sure

But may not be pure

Despite wicked concentration 

*

If we feel insecure

And the timing seems poor

We find

True grace in hesitation

*

But for any length of time

If we have a balanced mind

*

It’s usually best to speak up

And address the situation

**

Every angle

Has words that dangle

Gushing if set free

*

Haste can bring tears

Strength always steers

Pushing the ground past me

*

A clear reflection 

Will pass inspection 

Or just steep in mystery

*

It has to be

What it means to me

*

Perspective is reality

***