Random Thought Bubbles

to change out of this skin,
that's worn and torn and

so marred by wrecks of past
mistakes and habits i am now


let those thunders strike, wounded
bleeding, fallen, felled, still


then to renew, i concede defeat
i accept these terms on stranger grounds


silence those willful words, they
do no good, no work towards


thus the violent kick pushes through
it is a time of change