Free To Think
Broken plans on a Friday night
The cold post-Christmas keeps me in
Wearing home clothes for the home life
I microwave dinner and grab a cold drink
Watching TV here alone
Unusual darkness with clattering sounds
Like shattered pieces of crackling bones
Clashing sounds I hear all around
Some rain and ice falls gently
Soothing is the darkened blue sky
My contemplations now tempt me
To think who am I? Who am I?
I’m looking but watching no more
The smoke from my tray dissipates
My mind and soul I must explore
Perspectives now seem to levitate
Time ceases to exist
Happening in a blink
I take me whole and wholly insist
My soul breaks free to think