Young girl sharing dream tomorrows.. what she feels is clear.. never sorrow.. always always.. good.. in love sincere..
Young man sharing planned tomorrows.. learned to make his way.. shoulders weight of promise.. promise not a thing to say..
Inertia smokes paths of money.. promised good intent.. when fear comes to money folks.. such intent is bent..
Couple sits front porch speaking simple trues.. eyes aflame with purpose.. set to follow clues..
All around our wonder world something I am sure.. blending never ending nature comes with something pure..
Controllers who cannot see.. blind from maze deceit.. anti-soulers.. logic liars.. with nothing repeats..
Long decades light was shaded.. could not understand.. no judge resides inside my pride just love.. a helping hand..
Lift of gift recognized.. realized.. found as true.. something loved.. something fine.. says of love for you..
Thought.. ‘as my last slot came around in my work binder.. on that very day.. a box recycle finder.. brought four more found on my way.. prediction is the work of sages.. far brighter than me.. still karma holds my faith for truth of things I know to be’..