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.
