Sometimes things are simple,
but yet it seems unclear.

Letting all of the complexities,
stand in front of its "mirror".


Reflections are a funny thing,
you believe its mirroring what is true.

Putting on the falsities,
vision gone askew.


I like to be in the background,
A scene setting within the stage.

A person watching projections,
a reader that turns the page.


A make shift story through my head,
a writer for the woes.

A wanderer within city streets,
feeling the story line to my toes.


I suppose it is in the writings
to words make it seem "alive"

And feeling this is a necessity,
this is the only way to survive.



So I’ll go take a walk,
I’ll be back in an hour or two..

I'm going to get lost within the world.
Don't mind if I do...

--  Denise