They fill my head.

Every day.

And I’ve given up

On trying to record

The lines

That fill my mind.

I see all the colors,

And the faces of the people.

And the places,

The peeks into their souls

That flit across

The conversations.

And I tire

Of the guile,

And the hidden hearts,

The meaninglessness

That crowds

The lives

Of the people at my side.

Let me see your soul.

Is it anything

Like mine?

Let me know your dreams.

Do you ever find

What you’re looking for?

Let’s soar beyond

These small places

We occupy.

Let’s strip our eyes

Of dullness acquired.

Let’s not hide

One more honest cry

For life.


– by Jenne Brown