Is my mind right
Why then can't I write
As I lay here in bed
Feeling nothing but unaccomplished
Fine lines
Blurred lines
They don't seem to align
My blinds half open
I love watching the sky get dark
So then I'll appreciate the morning light
And anticipate the sunlight
Welcome the new day in thoughts
That don't seem to connect
But they're thoughts alright
Staring at the pavement outside
I appreciate the South side
I observe a few people take their daily walks
Clean and unbothered as they do so
The trees around cover their differences
Personalities, perspectives, preferences
Still the same underneath the skin
4th of July makes for a good day
Depending on the weather
1st and 2nd was good too
For our good old friendly Canadians
The calm before the storm calmed the city
Reminding me that silence is truly loud
Deafening
All this from my Lonesome half open blinds
