In the space of a day

Words are slung around

Mostly the rotting sort

the kind that end in a

fart..

Humanity changes though

We have great thing to

hurl

like pies..

There are people to see

many on the status

but frozen in screen

potentials turn into

exhaust..

And then there is

Robert Frost

long ago on an road

I took the best path

The path inside of

me

dreams of a better

dream..

hopes leaping high as

a lovers eyes..

yes.