I’m thinking with all of my might.
When pen hits the paper,
Thoughts vanish like vapor
The black hole is eating all light.
I wish I had a cause for fight.
A riot or rag to incite…
Something must be to blame…
Someone for me to shame
For my self-discontentment tonight.
I wish I could see what is right.
I’m observing with all my insight.
Commenting on paper,
Is most certainly safer,
Then pursuing what living invites!