Serving the echoes of everyday settings
Including the message for everyone to saving
Making the determination that “life is more than meets the eye”
Pleasing the sensation and perception that I surely felt it’s time to cry
Listening to conversations like a heated discussion that took place
Indecision left me with an undetermined face
Calling my aunt to let her know she is okay
Instead it looks like the trauma I am experiencing is in play
Time helps you when it’s high time for me to scatter
Yes indeed, it looks like there’s nothing that is about to truly matter
