Tense

So blessed to be doing open mics again. Thanks to Thomas Dover (no relation) and the great folks at WiseFire Cafe for making this happen. Here is a brand new piece

Tense

It really doesn't make sense
We want peace, we want love, and yet we're still tense
You're mad because you lost
You work for a cruel and horrible boss
It's burning up hot outside
You would rather be near the ocean watching the tide
Very few count their blessings when they should
Or smell the flowers when they could
Life is a battlefield, stay ready
Keep the car running and the pace steady
It's not over yet, life that is
Yours doesn't have to end, much is still amiss
Smell the aroma, look at the sky, be calm
Don't take everything at it's word, even the marks on your palm
The world's changing, be the voice of reason
It's much needed in a place of treason