Some days I just want to leave…
all the negativity behind
Find some peace and quiet
somewhere more unentwined
This world is a noisy place
far too many word’s spoken
And nothing ever being said
as a record that has broken
So I just close my weary eyes
put the headphones on loud
Start writing and never stop
digging furrows never plowed
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 