Authored: July 26, 2025

I've found comfort in the small things
As everything around, me circles in chaos 
I've opened my eyes from blindness 
Found the sky and the birds contained within 
If I close my eyes, the maelstrom is there.

The small things keep me alive 
Cherished and appreciated, I am hopeful 
The waves of indenture and debt
Are like industries of the shackled.

I opened my wallet 
And found it soaked in blood 
Not mine but the collective ours
I think I will escape for a moment
Into a new reality.

If I close my eyes, will I dream of hope?