The sunlight’s what keeps me moving
through these dreadful weeks
anticipation of great freedom
pine smoke, songs issued, from jazz birds’ beaks

solos alighting to greater branches
far above the banal smog
folks don’t realize there are chances
to be taken to jump this sinking fog

better to stay here in this maze?
or burn out with a flashing phase?
or fail, return, to chase their cheese?
or keep on trying come ill, come ease?

There really is no way to change it, in a sense,
whatever you are, that’s what you’ll be
But there are ways to rearrange it, innocence—what you are—can set you free.

The light blasts beyond the mirror
of a thousand of your silly paradigms.
The light is always, always, there
come snow, come sun, come rain, it shines.

~*~

(photo and verse original)

~KafkA

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Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as Facebook and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)