Static

Good thoughts can be thought in the shade of big trees
 
even when they move 
nothing is missing
someone to blame
it’s everywhere and inside
 
But I’m never free
before I understand
that I’m in charge
 

No one else can save
I must take it myself
not just pretend
in the midst of speculation and perspective
hairpins and footsteps
metastases and candy bars
that also belongs to me
 
Can’t get around it
just persevere
or sink
I must get on
 
Louis Méme