
Without inspired purpose and only in focus to create a space to live with efficient ease of operation
It seems odd after the fashion of that which seems ever more over powering to the general public in attaining status worthy
Set adrift against desire
One comes to terms with selfness
It is quiet inside the dark places of my mind
Times be when the stillness of healing bark my eyelids open with startle
Even in comfort of surroundings quaint
The cabin fever can drive one to restlessness
March the memory line as far back as possible
And yet
When eye to eye
Mostly the color forms my attention
And I think again astray
This salvation gives comfort in distraction
Until the sting of resent
Becomes the numb and unfocused
Truly we live to adapt
For without change
The sweetness of pain and pleasure
Would surly overwhelm us if left unbroken
I found myself whistling a tune this morning
And as I found my ears to listen
I realized
I had not done so for some time
Only caught up in the change
Only eyes looking out alone