HINDSIGHT #2: Masking it daily
It’s the day after soaking in the harmony’s of painstaken past, energy’s uplifted barely to clean like spring covered mask.
Moving things in order to fulfill a voided space and task, not knowing the reasons of the things in place, yet churn without even an ask.
Setting new decoration to an already unstable space, daunting it maybe to think things will be a new while just loathing an awful taste.
Wanting something of old to be so fresh and new, though hidden within the levels is nothing far but the truth. Or dare to see it for what it is. Longing to know the who, what, where and why so many nights of wasted giz.
When you allow your mind to run amuck. A strong sense of urgency appears with only one answer for will it, change, for will it, luck…
Meniskos Da Great
The Urban Psalmist
