Thursday Night
watching bears in the woods,
on a screen
ofcourse
eating a cracker
out of plastic.
everything must come out of plastic
everything that does
people buy
eating until full
bears in the woods,
they were interesting
at peace with their
place
just surviving
sometimes running a
nursery
i want passion like that
to survive
does the mind make things so complicated
that it wont let
or is it just my surroundings?
thank the grass for being
my surface
run to the heaven river
to appreciate the skin
of fish
im always interrupted
in my gaze
someone riding my ass
always in a hurry to be there,
to always get that
when my hands are on the wheel i dont even drive
my mind always wanders without
being told
first time i have wrote without a plan
i like it
throwing baggage on a screen
infont
ive adapted to the screen,
almost moving away from my pad
i dont know why?
maybe, because i can type faster than write
but does it mean more to physically make
the imprint with the so guided message
life is life
people spend lifetimes
trying to discover what it is
am i trying too?
i cannot cover my curious
tent
questions,
i ask so many unanswered questions
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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