Words.
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
