Presence

Swirl of white shine

Tunnel to the center

Playroom of good karma

In the face of bright and bad

Underestimate the present presented

Undermine choice through critical thinking

Grounded by the seagulls

Their wings nailed on wooden platforms

On a boardwalk that never ends

Music, lights, children running free

Repair my wrongs

Flipping pages stuck together

Lost cap dries ink quicker than I can think

Always watching