I Write Poetry

"Under Rock"

In a store, on the train,
Above ground in the plane
Earbuds in their homes
In my most solemn place
With my mouth duct taped
So wrong words don't escape
With their mouths duct taped
So my mind can't be laced
I'd like to give and get
It's a nice idea
And sometimes it happens
Triggers lots of feels
But it's always unplanned
Guess the best things are
On that unlisted errand
In my priced-by-luck car
If I can't bend fate's will
In a way that won't break it
I'd rather ride easy
Rather than to fake it.