Within a day I’m not sure where my energy goes I would like to think that it’s positivity floats to the bees that buzz And the flowers that sing With the air that flows But for its negativity I hope it finds its way to the entrapment of a locked box That disintegrates with time…
Month: December 2019
This Car is Still Moving.
I guess my state of mind depends on which day I come alive On the passenger side of life Next to it’s fine fabrics of spontaneity I find myself in a time lapse of forgotten times and future memories And then I vibe to the drums of chaos of love and lust But the lighthouse…
The Conscious Journal 