‘I know where all the missing socks go’

Little Timmy the dog wears them. He prances around in them all around the neighborhood and city. He walks pasts buildings where doormen tip their hats to him. He walks past people who look down and adore him and his socks. He walks past the mailmen who said the socks look familiar. He walks pasts cats who hiss at him until they see his socks. He walks past ...

The mountains at dawn is where my thoughts go

Thoughts that sound silly when you say them out loud

Thoughts that keep me up at night

Thoughts that make me question sanity

The mountains don’t talk back, they listen.

The mountains don’t interrupt, they listen.

The mountains don’t belittle me, they listen.

When I have no one, I have the mountains.

Always there for me and standing tall as I should...

This world is full of chaos is many ways

People shoving others to get to an item first

Minds racing all around never shutting off

Poachers killing the wild for what?

‘What if’ sceneros overtaking the over thinkers

Corporations paying low wages to pocket more green

Neighbors and friends debating over red vs blue

Bombs being dropped, guns being shot

But through all of this chaos, you stand by my sid...