It's not always easy,
To catch the signs,
The spirits, send by,
If you always, look,
You won't ever find,
First you must believe,
Then accept, before,
They waste their time,
Maybe, just A light flash,
Out of the corner, of an eye,
Not A plane, up high,
With A sign, in the sky,
Most voices, are scrambled,
Inside, of something else,
A tone I recognize,
As A mumble inside.,
Then it's up to me,
To seize, and analyze,
If I succeed, I may understand,
The inspiration inside.
Tom Maxwell ©
04/16/2019 AD
2: 46 AM
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