Road
There is one to be on somedays
Where the silence is vibrant
Loud colors
A field to rest in
Hope
With grace an understanding
To engage
People
But how long must we stand
Or be stood on
Minds wandering all over themselves
Lost children
Memory made with an ounce of what for
Be here for sometime
This one thing
Won’t
Go away for now in an explosion
Toward a high point
Vision Sky
Walking back the ways we fall
Some say
To suffer is an honor
Believing Triumph
For each person
Story behind words inside truth
Faces shy
Intention wide scale
Weight
Face seeing the face in my head
There’s a party
Need to leave it
Demise doom operator
No numbers
One
Perception is not the real truth of this reality
Little things
Older anticipation
Hardest hills
Beyond the growing natives taking over
Her
Line of being was never
Intended for this line
Edge colored in
Halfway for nothing but finality
Woke not awake
Compare
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts