Sense of Direction

10/8/22 Never mind There is no better time One way to find out if I'll ever find What's on the separate side It took more than seven tries To get it right, after eleven nights In the midst of a hectic life While there was red in the skies Had to stay at it instead of waiting to be next in line Take heed folks Of these notes Far too often we boast Friction with each stroke Eventually the machine broke Behind all the weed smoke And C-Notes Perched beyond speed boats Men in green coats In the end, fate was decided by three votes Nearby a pile of wood ash Knowing I could crash Trying my best to go down a good path She always looks pass Difficult at first was how I took that I stood at The crossroads then pushed back Without exception There is continual deception It's 2022 yet areas still have no reception Times of self-reflection I've had hardly any connection As well as zero affection Without a question People still obsessed with Elections and skin complexions This pitiful concept spreads like an infection Such pettiness I pay no attention While going in and out the dimension Making sure to always have a sense of direction