Stretches of barren road with others in the way.

Quite specific moments where I have no cotton candy words to say.

Instinctively defensive, I hold the uphill battle to inner peace…aside.

With the random chances of solitude…I keep my eyes wide open.

The ‘others’ and promise of vision…need not collide.

I cannot uphold a symbol or sign.

Indications for…all the ‘others’ need not apply.

It is not in my nature to carry a grudge hand or fist.

Step over slippery step.

However, I am obstinate when calm wishes to confide.