Dichotomies
Within
Without
Should I be silent or should I shout?
Voices beg for attention
That perfect note
The chord that pulls you in
A powerful tug rolling me under
Pleasure pains forgetting
Not forgotten
My hearts desire
Unlawful
But why not carry on?
Throw it out on fertile ground
A season of flowering
Fragrant as it ever was
Shorter than it ever was
No more backing up
Looking up
Shake it up
Time to plant your feet
Fill your cup
This is what you want
A note
A Song
That is not mine
Another’s passion story
Still I play it
Listening for a message
Of hope and direction
To shout or not
To love or not
To make love or not
Who is listening?
Who is watching?
If I trip or I fall
It’s nothing at all.
© Sandy Hibbard June 26, 2022
Saturday Soul 
I feel to make an effort, in vain by reason of a supporting role to those whose work is shameful, jwage is enough then but just enough when nothing is an alternative. Regimented this is still unfair, for you.
Supporting those who are false cannot feel good. If you can find your feet it may be that the big city lights do not suit you and you need to get across the road just to be safe enough to work out what is going on. A village too can be a city.
People can be a person.
The present can be the future too where blessings are counted and taxed as belongings.