Not Much to Share

don't be mistaken with the title

what I mean is not less of me

in me i see no sense in all that

in all that superfluous chatter

on what we feel and see of matter

instead i mean in what i preceive

so what else is there to share?

i'd rather lay my soul out bare

for yourself to see instead

what inner workings 

and again i mean

what works together from the seams

i believe more in action

how you can speak of you

without your tongue

but then again, this is pretty fun

i believe in love and peace

well not absolute

life is filled of contradictions

life is too much

i'm one that i've noticed

feels light in the rut

i feel part of a plan

of something bigger

i try not to think of what's condemned

it makes me sicker

i think of ways as ways to bear

i wish we'd all notice what we have to share

why not make it easier here?

the hopeful future isn't too clear

but what's me is

making the most of it

might as well, no point making it a bigger hell

good intentions and love to you all.