I sort of toggle between mindsets,
One mindset where I think things can be easy,
After I’ve tilled the field
Of life
And I’m still adrift in my time
Amidst computers that sit stone faced
To outlive the tao of Africa,
.
And when I’m battling in fisticuffs,
To end up low down
On the tiled floor of a jail cell
Only to bounce out to that gas station coffee
And that freedom that I know has no end
With in its own delusional intentions for me.