(So therefore we have a keyboard)

Sometimes one just must write
About tension
To light up
Things
About the non-comprehension
Of one's small and simple life

Strong, sad eyes
And some fingers short
Reveal
There's no room for commitment
No fund
To pay for extra rent
To make a life time deal

No complaining
But too much protection
Allows only this evil tension
And there's no other way
To stop or feel

So much love I see-
It seems to be my duty
To see
Beauty
Alone and in all
Is it too much?
Too overruled to grab it
Why not within me?

WW15-9-2008