True to my nature, I continue to stay Present, Live and Direct
There’s not a soul walking Earth that I perceive as a threat.
I’d rather burn in the sun than hide in someone’s shadow
I refuse to find comfort in strangers eager to play Operator
Eager to fiddle with the locomotion governing my train of thought.
ill-intent — with its crooked wheels — is quick to be derailed,
From my track, bulldozing its way through some wayward woods
Where it rightfully belongs — getting lost in its own confusion
— and still, some part of me continues to hope
It finds itself a home.
– O.D. ©2023
Art by: arcipello