Evolutions and Resolutions by CpSingleton © 2015
I’ve become lazy.
Shamed into seeing clearly.
This year draws swiftly to its bed and
I see I haven’t left mine in months.
Outside there are wise voices,
Gentle provokers of truth and yet
I have stayed locked inside my mind,
As if the fragile walls that surround are
If I was the type who
Made resolutions to the windy night
In hope that I could keep a hold
Then I would resolve to
Open my windows more often and
Allow those intriguing accents in.
I will stride to different doorways
To see how the other half live.
With permission granted I will
Sit crossed-legs and listen with true interest
To their tales and wondrous journeys.
It can’t do any harm after all, can it?