Fine Line

Freedom of Speech. I'm a fan.

I read the story, its incomplete, like everything else.

I watched the moon rise behind a shroud of thinly laced clouds. It was breathtaking. A moment in time I think most take for granted.

I remember the anger, the threat - which shocked the system most.

I saw the song and heard it disappear.

My arms are laid down gently, not thrown.

I'll walk this silently.

Hands shoved in pockets, empty.

I wish happiness to be eternal for those who search.