Today is the first day of many. <br />Renewed hope <br />and a sense of belonging, <br /> <br />Invigorated feel. <br /> <br />Often lost in <br />a stream of unconscious <br />thought fears, <br />my minds eye <br />views <br />a landscape of <br />isolation. <br /> <br />For reasons unknown, <br />A constant use of sight <br />as negative feedback. <br />Body running <br />As a robot of <br />Sensory misperception. <br /> <br />Perplexing <br />To know that as a race <br />We run on habitual <br />pessimism. <br /> <br />News anchors <br />And terror plots <br />Weather bombs <br />And communist rumblings, <br />Oil <br />Oil <br />And Chavez. <br /> <br />I’m throwing it away. <br />This stream <br />Is built on water <br />flowing. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stream/
