The evening was cool as he watched leaves fall in the pool.
Thoughts can be so erratic; they can feel like static.
Sitting outside he feels calm, no sweaty palms
Just nature’s beauty; No sound, no people feuding
Empty silence and little droplets
His thoughts, he believed he could stop it.
Grasping control of his conscious,
Realizing there is no stopping, only paradigm shifting.
One at a time his problems will begin lifting.
Feeling gifted, equipped with creativity
Time and space are filled with energy.
Will he lose it or take the time to prove it?
“Screw it”, he says. Ready to take on the world
Any feeling of horror has been hurled
What an honor, to dance with a girl.
It takes two when you tangle.
Sweet is the maple from a tree.
Love is the key to set you free.