big mean amounts

buried deep in the history of this state
in the sunlight colors make their own decisions
greeting the evening by laying on the floor
making me look at things in my life like never before
entire ways of seeking the future that was pictured long ago
and i know when i see something it means a lot like
neat and orderly when cleaning house but
all over the place when having a good time
moving as quick as i can after a painfull weekend
open your eyes and show me that you see
underneath your words exists a sea of insecurity
needling up some growth by being ever so patient
trees that can show you more than a per son could
sit under the branches of some friends and see
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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