bringing clarity to your desires
despite desiring discipline in your world
you subconsciously remain unfocused
channeling your passion toward the unknown
and rubbing shoulders with forces not seen
old souls sidestepping in the shadows
just as lonely and desperate as the living
serenading their favorite verses a cappella
barely audible through plastered walls
well past midnight you are restlessly asleep
contemplating many intriguing options
playing them out in your so-called dreams
operating with full force your physical being
july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I have got no idea why but this makes me think of the nursery rhyme this little piggy went to market. Maybe it is the way the poem tries to escape.
I’ve no idea either but it certainly has me thinking about it some more….