4

The pain of these times,
sharpens my senses
empowers my thoughts
like muscles in tension
my heart beats the pulse of the lump in my throat
created by all this emotion
running through me
crying to be freed
expressed in the undying want to be free
free from constraint of the world and all its restrictions
I was lost to this fight, blinded by sight, restricted by hope
it cut off my ties to the world
I created illusion of a life outside of this one
I was blinded by sight, fore sight, more sight , your sight
it is not free to restrict to your belief
the world is a fucked up place
its a truth, an idea, its a reality
but the world is worth more than a tutting by yours truly
there is so much to see, so much to hear, to believe in, to feel free in, to love
that I have to admit that the world might need changing
but who are we to say how, or why or when?
because alongside the pain and frustration
is beauty and truth and undying hope
a young man holds the hand of an old man
he can't walk but he lopes
a woman leans in to kiss her neighbours cheek
children playing in the street
a painting, a song, a five minute poem
fuck all this pain and just live in the moment.