Showing some moment
Names, reported.. I don’t care.
Her doors and words, when she
first sees me
Learning a way to be capable
But I can’t, no remedy’s there
I need her, deep need, that simple
No math, no equation or meditation
Writing, trying to make myself forget
Fools ‘go-round, and I’m with the hat, suit, juggling senses
Looking up distractions, and I’m more with ardent heart
New reality and Road carved….
Write me a prescription, something – actually no, I’ll just to her go.