He stares out through the windshield
One hand on steering wheel
The hand guiding more than mind
As mind is fixed on more than now
The dog at his right bobs his head up and down
He drives on
Through the crowds
No one knows
They hear him though
He looks back through the rearview mirror
Eyes locked behind or, in front of me now
We speak into this silence
Until it’s over, it will soon be over?
He drives away
So much for faith
Just another day
Lost in fate
I am grateful for foggy mornings ❤
It pours
in and out of consciousness
As I float in the world
of imagination
Where hearts beat
as one in the collective
Accumulating experience of
feelings to differentiate
Determination brings thoughts
closer to the surface
Where they trail out of mouth
and into the heavens
and we’re free
to do what we want
when we want to do it
Knowing only self and what
I have witnessed
Trying to relate with that
knowledge and gain
some understanding
Of what it means to be
HUMAN
All of this in one
form of interaction of
opening soul up to
Anyone searching…?
Active listeners who
appreciate the intensity
Of another without
the employment of taking
each gift and knowingly unwrapping
Choosing to discard rather
than salvage it
and we’re free
to do what we want
when we want to do it
Just a simple task of
mind Over matter
I am grateful for The Fancy Pears ❤
Muse Writer 