tension clouds in the air today

tension everywhere and every way

walking around eyes to the ground

suspicion grinds it’ll take you down

sometimes I don’t want what it is I see

so much cracked fragmented humanity

Tom Waits says a song is like a prayer

a letter sent to somebody way out there

scribble me one I promise I’ll read

somebody willing to plant a good seed

I lean in close to the sound I hear

find hope in thin slivers of possibility🪶