Torch Light

In the overflowing warehouse of life

Sometimes what matters most

Is where you point

The torch light of consciousness

I live as close to hell as can be found

In the city by the lake

But I shine my light on the good

The wise words of the gurus

The kind words of the nurses

Delight at different authors works

The peace and quiet

The birds I haven’t seen in years

And the careful rabbits

That squeeze under the fence

Towards their quarry

I could just as easily

Be looking at the nightmarish lives

Of the other inmates

The violence at times so random

The fences that lock us in

And the sterile habitat

That eats away at the soul

But call it a habit

Or a choice

I look at the good

And it gets me through

My soul intact another day

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