Red ambers
White as a ghost
Shrewd feelings aside
I assure you
What I can not
Take with me is not
Of importance
My soul doesn’t
Crave the materialistic
Flaunting possessions
Have they ever positioned
Me for a better seat
At his table
Scope
Of the matter is
There’s a bigger picture at hand
Catch phrases twenty twenty
Non refundable
Suppressed grey areas
In need of renovation
Serendipity
Slowly sprinkled it’s way
Into my psyche
Like rolling tides
Slowly
Hashing me out
Down to the last minute fiber
As the toxins exfoliated
My pendulum swings
At a more even tempo
Guided by a vitality that
Leaves me feeling as
Though when the levee breaks
I’ll be just fine in the end