i labor under the illusion
of peace and tranquility
to sit quietly and learn to listen
sometimes to enjoy another’s company
how many ways can I tell you
the world rips at me
some days
others, it passes by unnoticed
the balance is a tilted scale
truth or serenity
which do you choose?
for me it seems
fate has her way with me
there is voodoo in the air
my cat can feel it
and some nights I can too
i hear something coming in the distance
it’s strange and unfamiliar but
almost comforting
the minute hand ticks
in slow motion
waiting
what page has yet to be written?