spontaneous

Dirty hands etch the pages
penmarks write once again
the love pours out
the bumps are covered
blackened hands from coal smudges
eat away at the edges of life
taking things for granted
as we all may tend to do
as we all may tend to use
the things we see
and the things we want
to remember these days
of childhood pride
and teenage profound thoughts
some kids get things
some kids get it all
how God could love the world
could love the wildest of us
could love the whitest, the blackest
those ones in between
the ones in between the lines
of regulated senses
and pure insanity
so we scratch the paper
pencil pen
again again
we write
those profound thoughts
like we did when we were 14