this is a new place
a new time for me
and ive never been here before
not here like this
maybe once before,
but that was on the cycle down

sometimes i need to move
to make sure that im in control
of my own reflection

im watching him looking
back at me
and i just know
that that ******
is up to something.

all the while
things are moving
just on the edge
as im watching
a movie about sounds
and wishing that
someone would talk to me
that way

and now that i am in the throes
ill tell you something else
a secret everybody knows
a secret nonetheless
ive never truly been a one
for free or spoken word
the things i do and speak and write
are better seen than heard
i write instead in flashing rhyme
that catches unawares
not flowery, but in its time
a fuller meaning shares

then tired of this back and forth
we contemplate our honest worth
and ever lonely on this earth,
we pray that someone, somewhere
trapped in the confines of their
time served here
reads our humble verse.