Clear skies clear mind
Ensconced in the divide
Trapped in a singular reality
Someone’s playing the piano
On the other side of the glass
Another person is watching me watching
Them from the corner of their eye
My autocorrect is blind
Light is casting shadows
Blatant spots in which to hide
Tomorrow has a white knuckled grip
On my spontaneity
One that I created
But not to concede behind
I would rather dance in the rain
Than seek cover from the storm
Sheltered life leads to
Sheltered forms of
Tattered rewards
Remember who’s driving
© GÄ
Poétique 