I Don'T Know What To Call This One
For days on end
I begin to compose my thought patterns and emotions
Radiating from my soul
Making its way through my pen
And onto a blank sheet of paper
Filtering the necessities from the irrelevant
Allowing a mere glimpse of the gyrations percolating through my spiritual cavity
But why just a glimpse?
Maybe this glimpse is all that is accessible
And this semi-hollow void is all there is
But to what extent is this a colorless disturbance?
To the inmates of commonality
All that is visible to them are gray walls
And that's when desolation sets in
But I've gazed beyond the pale ambience
And seen the world that lays beyond
And its attractiveness dominates over the gray walls a million fold
Copyright © Kenny Bowman | Year Posted 2006
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