open your windows
souls on the take
obscured vision
not too forsake

pieces of jumbled
puzzles they lay
unsettled mind
from past days-away

content may be in a box to the side
scope of unrest
blows like leaves on the ground

a day where you struggle
feet stuck in the air
all thoughts you consider
beyond reasonable care

peace can be found if you pencil it in
tough part being
where to begin

it's not made by man
can't sit on a shelf
destiny vacation
temporal ooze

soft cultured skin
testosterone high
delightful distraction
the pleasures gone by

scent of flower their fingers in fold
mind goes in flight
to that box on the side

finicky fine line we draw in our mind
feed it to keep it justified alive
peace can be found it's there to behold
your thoughts that you keep.....shaping your mold~

~Bentlee~