When a day does not insist
That I follow it to every conclusion
When propelled I am not
Between groups and seclusion
A gnawing often appears
At the top of my chest
Chewing its way through
What might otherwise be rest
The source is quite clear
A river of questions
With judgment attached
Even when unvoiced
A fortune this time
But only enjoyed
Should the eye of the diligent
Ignore and avoid
Sound bites produced
For mercurial minds
I won't be seduced
By obligatory brine
Flowers I'll watch
With no intention to tend
Wildness for its own sake
In wind I bend
Roman Ryan 