Feeling
When I write it’s about feeling
Looking at the layers and I start peeling
Back each layer to get a better look
My mind is open and closed like a book
I stay shut down until a time
Where I remember, changing time? Rewind?
That is though, something that can’t be done
Feeling icy even though I lay under the sun
Shut down lock down, open and optimistic
A few words are thought damn I missed it
My opportunity to write what is doing
And to see the light laughing and singing
