Poet

The technology is within me and with the river flowing so sweet I bequeath underneath this little tree something free and yet the rest is unsaid 

I wonder who and where and why this is all occurring but my best guess is yes so I have wandered fully aware and acknowledged this is my home of sweet serendipitous shade and all my thoughts are gray and maybe this day is the day and I pray and I believe oh that we this is the day and I am alive and sweet and a rare breeze flutters weak and I can see it's the heat and as it follows me openly closely something true comes inside

I do not know yet but I believe she said it best hold still be true head on in the light u will shine look in my eyes it is time.