One

Stop, just stop.
Surely life doesn't need to be so driven.
By  endless needs and should haves,
by self rewarding and misgivings.
The puppet pulls the strings
the puppeteer pulls the faces
somewhere along the way
 we seemed to exchange places

Stop ,just stop .
Congeal here on the spot.
Allow all voices settle
all urgency to rot.
stop trying to escape
to here and now be tethered .
Not dreaming of someplace
more warm and softer feathered.

The ego runs from the present,
like a vampire from the sun
 but there is no other place or time
just this single moment, one.