Does the universe know what it’s doing?Or is it just as bewildered as we are?
I decided to waste myself in a poeminstead of being productive,instead of being a good…
when the universe is humming,wise crickets muse alongthe moon is up, the time…
The sun and moon have been gifted to mefrom the upper crest of understandingthe lower cases of love.
A beautiful tideswept over me took vivaciousness anxiety thoughts ideas ideals no more wonderingpondering simply listening…
He’s always tired,Tired because no one likes him,Always accusing him of working,Too slowly,Or too quickly.