Finding the Space to Say…

The lookout above timberline, that elevation where pine needles don’t tread….I have this whole mindset that maybe my mind is made up on the spot. I can choose to be my own man, live my own life with humble clarity, If only I could make sure this vocal chord doesn’t strike out or go off key when I’ve lost my mind to infinity.
Gazebo’s are either for marriage or for meetings, for conversations with your mind reading the epic tales of folklore, the captivating enclave where you can keep it all together, don’t tell me I’m not original to find this air pocket away from the noise. Peace time and breathing, airtime before velocity is terminal, link me up to the maximum capacity for all this distortion.