Mr. Cloud decided to wring
his scarf from the rain
accidentally serving mini cocktails
to the senior yellow blades of grass.

The trees undressed themselves
leaving just a leaf here and there
which the evergreens
felt was scandalous and obscene.

The buildings pressed themselves
to the gray sky and posed
like vain teenagers do
showing off their Christmas lights.

And Time bought a new organizer
which he calmly filled in
with a muddy, sharpened stick,
sitting with his legs crossed on a wet bench.

What if
For just a moment in time
We pressed pause on the world passing by
Silencing the inner mumblings that tell us all these lies
And actually forgive ourselves for once in our lives

You know all that weight we carry around
The kind that causes us to be confined in our mind
Couldn't we just hold it in our palms
And let the wind sweep it to oblivion
So that we're no longer haunted by the sound

Quieting our personal qualms
We can then make space in our hearts to accept actual love
The kind we once thought we didn't deserve
We need a whole lot more, from what I've observed

We can pause our own world
In this moment make the conscious choice
To allow the heaviness to sink
The ongoing commotion to fade
To a dull white noise with little voice

With a deep breath in
Then let it all go

None of it matters when you put it in perspective
We're only human and that's all we can be
The only ones that hold our own key
Right now it's our critical objective
To set our minds free