minding my own business
one of so many I easily blend
in among the populace
taking to the streets on a friday night
feathers tucked behind my back
I hadn’t noticed anyone spotting me
so I kept on keeping on
turning my eyes from green to blue
it’s hard to say how or when
times actually change
but there’s no question today’s people
are in need of so much more
something indefinable
but if you ask me it may be less
like believing in something
beyond their comprehension
for example someone like me
I usually tell myself what happens
here doesn’t really matter much
but lately I’m not so sure
which may be the reason
I keep on keeping on
determined to be close when called
august two thousand nineteen
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This makes you shamanic, my friend.
I’ll have to take you for your word on this one, Lara/Trace. Thank-you for visiting and reading on commenting and on this one.