writing to the
beat in the air
everyday
something to put in the air
the whole world
is fighting
does anyone
understand why
some might cry
two three times a day
fool proof plan
to wake
with an ‘everything’s
ok’ attitude
maybe not
perfectly authentic
but the
strangely strong
bursting
through
full moon thin
clouds
writing to the
beat finding the keys
no doubt lies
in the song choice
the thoughts
positively pushing
out a little
longer stick around
until the end
of another thought
smoking out the
meditation
writing it out
no matter where the beat goes
into another
random back to back
live it right
not wrong
how many coffee
shops
how many night
isolated
back to the
beginning
pen poised to
create
lines and
curves
some see and
some have no idea
what the sunset
sky looked like tonight
writing at last
to out last
the beat still
put it in the air
for freedom of
thought with words
two hours and
twenty minutes later…
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