in the world

my thoughts come out

like journal entries at times

and maybe someday people

will wonder what

in the world

it’ll always be crazy—

the world that is

individuals existing simultaneously

and simply trying to be

as we are struggling

to understand the purpose

if possible—

probably not but

enjoy the ride I think a lot

and have some hang ups

feelings at times like a cold splash

of water on the face on a slightly

cold night something goes wrong

and anger will rage like a fire

that can’t be contained

got me thinking what

in the world

leaves crackle as I walk

to my new spot

in between 3 statues

symbolizing peace as I try

to be there when I am here—

peace that is

with any luck the thoughts

will flow today and my pen catches

every one before they becomes leaves

walked upon until only ground

remains my path to peace

takes many forms but words

mostly are the result

long nights alone

and days filled with beautiful sights

new life right before eyes trying

to make sense of decisions

made and unrolling the regret

using it and it’s frustration

to help fuel positive future endeavors

including anyone involved

a struggle of their own

against the mind even when

going with it where it may lead

there it is it didn’t even take long

look into the stars the universe’s

journal and here I am thinking what

in the world…