Too many people don't think,
Too many people don't understand,
And a huge amount of people wrongly think, that they understand.

the future was supposed to be good
with flying cars
and dogs that talked
instead
we get a world of people killing one another
for things they can't control
towns set on fire because
black lives matter
no one is illegal
gay marriage is a right
women are powerful
and people can't see it
so we walk through fire
to fight for the freedom we were promised ages ago

distance, lost among the pages
two different people
two different places
left behind, dog eared fragments
sometimes i think it’s ok
to judge a street by its pavement

I'm feeling, that
I gave up the best part of me,
But I'm feeling better.

why do things have to be
distorted
clarity is matching fragments
of broken glass
a rarity

I don't want to stay too long
lest I were to do you more wrong

I will be caught
  in the end
  and chastised
  if I write
  to be recognised
  for in that guise
  a victim I will fall
  to silly pride

a  simple stringer
of words and thoughts
through the tumble
of life
a scribbler
a dabbler
a story-teller
on the insignificant side

let the real bards sing
I'll listen in deference
in humility abide

for a small voice
am I
that truth
I shouldn't deny