Hazy Acres

Some letters don’t fit together 

But I will try 

Even if at times 

I have instinct around such things 

And I can see you for what you are 

Or at least 

What I believe based on my programming 

I can sit here with the answers 

Pretending 

Without a chance to change 

Or take an opening

In the waiting lines 

Humbled by the end 

Honored by our shared truth 

Strangers watching the light

As I have missed the moments 

Time and time again 

Yet 

Oddly there is faith 

In all this mess I am creating 

Delivering as a human 

An experience