Chosen for Me

trying to face the function

of rapid thought

a message comes in

uninvited in the strata

of synthetic waves

chosen for me

chosen for me

ten thousand words

before they’re combined

in the silence of one

as to derive a sum

my thoughts wear thin

how do I know if it’s me thinking it

how do I know if I’m not free willing

where have I been

on a political spin

trying to piece together

what’s on my mind

reality is countering

rhetoric with reason

and sometimes a rhyme

trying to catch the good one

before it gets away

stack paper on paper

bind and behold them

to be read another day

find a space between the spaces

find a way to bridge across

the mind to the heart

is a good place to start

aw

Copyright 2010 David & Loren Laue