
Nonsense
When I listen to the windÂ
I hear sounds from my homeÂ
sounds so soft and tenderÂ
like big bubbles upon new foam. Â
The gratitude I hear right now
helps feed my hungry mind
there is no simple frill or vibe
no, nothing of that kind.
And so I lay upon my bed
of silver sheets and spread
while all the sounds around me
flow softly through my head.
And when I find my road is doneÂ
I will not mince a wordÂ
I finally put my finger on itÂ
My family says I’m absurd. Â
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