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