there was a shooting star tonight
I thought about myself
how I was there to see it
I think back to today's conversation
with a friend, about how the things
we tell ourselves sound so well rehearsed
when we say them out loud to another
I thought about April,(crazy4sunday)
I thought about my silver car
from my stoop, I watched my tree
little green leaves shake with the breeze
I sit sipping cool water, think about myself
how I am a man these days, alone, on my own
it was a cool-bright november day today
I thought about how I passed my time away
my therapist is leaving me, inconsiderate
I thought about the mixes I posted
it's 10:48 pm and how I'm not ready for bed
I watched Soundtrack for a Revolution
the music that came out of the civil rights generation
We Shall Over Come
Sit Down At The Welcome Table
We Shall Not Be Moved
how the marchers are now old men and old women
they put their lives on the line for freedom
not just for black people but for us all
I thought about how freedom has no purpose
I thought about freedom, from the need to be free
there was a seed planted in my mind about that music
how it would feel to make a mix of freedom fighter songs
then I thought about love for my fellow man, brotherhood
now I sit in my living room trying to draw a conclusion
about my day, about the state of my mind after all this thinking
I love every friday, it's my own time to think, I'm thankful
thankful for my life, how it only takes one friend to be poetic
how people, poetry comes to the fertile mind at just the right time
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