Trying to think of what to say,

As words go forth of past days.

Things I wasn’t aware of occurred.

Things prepared of what I heard.

Jokes sneak in as stories go forth.

Giving me a view that I never knew.

Giving new perspective of how you do.

Hearing it all can be overwhelming

Consuming my thoughts of past and present.

Rebuking the negative that cross the lips,

Of what can happen with false witness.

There’s hope for more,

There’s hope for the future,

There’s hope that truth can come forth too,

Help a mind that constantly screwed.

Influences stomp on the weak and feeble,

It snatches vision, voices and hinders.

Trying to think of what to say,

As words go forth of past days.

Sitting around the camp fire is an illusion,

As most stories go forth with pain that kindles,

The history of one point of view.

A point of view,

That’s promising skewed.