If this doesn’t help,
I just know what might:
Action is the name,
Not the fight or flight.
I just hope to find the readers
Who can enjoy what I have to say
I heal and grow as I write
And continue my journey from darkness to light.
If I had to count them
And name them for what they are
You’ll see they are not special
You might have them too, so far.
Then something happens to your brain
Something clicks and it starts to rain
With thoughts pouring randomly
Until you learn to sort accordingly.
Deceit we cannot perceive
Lies we cannot hear…
How crazy must you be
To entertain your real thought
When the silence is so clear?