thinking - looking - by pablo dumont

I make dinner, when the sun sets,
her eyes glissen in the breeze, lits switch - movements
in the distance, I hear her - but I dont see her,
where am I, and is this all there is to be,
who be, to be, so judgemental its sickening,
the sleepers dont listen, i grow inspired to change the world.

here i am, reading this back,
safety heals me,
I grow from ignorance.

well played jeff.