Hazy Acres

Rushed rushing 

Or following the impression 

Flowing without the need to set a goal 

I shake you for weeks 

Boredom isn’t a friend 

Although the beauty is in there 

To be bored

I am not 

Accepting the mind for what it is

What it wants to think about 

Rather than force control

I allow it 

Wishing I could redo nothing 

Seeing them for what they are

What I’m allowed to see

As I own it 

The owl in the tree

Speaking as we speak 

Not much is sacred anymore 

All wants a good laugh 

Jokes 

The kind in a love

Cannot see 

Never could without it being scripted 

I ask not to hold onto it 

Leave it be

Sideways on its side 

Away from me 

Dead deer in the woods

No one ever finds

Let it be that 

Away 

It could be the universe 

While it moves around 

One day you’ll be 

Like the others