This will be a reaction to not having one
Trying to try
Before its accepted
You cannot
Do more
To make this place whole
For yourself
Or them
In the most wicked of hours
You see another version
Who will reach through
This part of below
Music hitting the places
Vulnerable ways to say
Maybe you were afraid
No longer the theme
In this canyon
We are yelling in
Truth or not
It can still exist
As a thought
Enriching the soil
For the trees to remain
As we fade away
Collecting memories
Stirring the letters
No word will touch this
Place of center
Place of forgetting
Place out there
Realizing
Some things are made for the stars
While the leftovers
Burn
Outlines of a house
In the themes of an expectation
Watching in slow motion
Knowing whats next
You were there before
No longer curious
In this presence
Did that
Did this
Done it
Shifting in the sands winds
Out looking for new miles
To uncover
Discovering
Inner ways to say
Yes
Your Thoughts