I'm taking a break from my daily curation project to bring you this poem. If you would like to view my latest curation post, please click here Justice who serves it better than the pen in my hand. Taste

Worked on a project with my buddy who is a great videographer. This is a spoken word piece I wrote. Seems fitting for these often tumultuous times. More to come. Please subscribe and upvote if you enjoyed

Once the mind expands it can never fit its old form Just holding hands Feel the calm before the storm I never really know I just go, I just go into the unknown I Just close the gaps in these thinking traps