permission processes

playing a game like an instrument well practiced
environment decides how much
reading into every mind is needed
much of the time very little analysis
is required to decode
some of they layers of digression
soft skills that motivate selfish brains
into action
only to avoid an obvious logical conclusion
night is when they really like to frolic
placed on top of a post like easy picking
red sky mornings all over this season
off in the distance a cold wind is rising
cutting across land and becoming strong
evolution of a new way of thought
staying in stone like a first world fossil
simply locked in as if no other element exists
endure the symptoms to drown out the hate
sometimes i just have to picture your face

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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