just ramblin'

just move then

pen and sun through the window

wood grain beneath both arms

love this time of year

this time of day

perfect for reflection

what is said and unsaid

just pen thoughts

without destination

fighting the thoughts

hidden in silence

trying to understand the world

filled with violence

always want to be about peace

violence starts as force

ruling over free people

knowledge is power

to take back individual freedom

if nothing else

love this time of reflection

questioning everything

we are a part of without consent

but by necessity to operate

in our daily lives

reflection not like that in the mirror

like that in the individual

waking up to the reality

all around no one wants to read

and yet still putting words here

in books even if I am the last one…