Radio Box

903.Radio Box (Perception)

That old wooden radio box
Is another confinement or refinement
Seems so perfect to hear
All the confounded information, so dear
Listening for facts or fiction
Entertained by the various diction
Music is another lovely delight
To engage our beautiful insight
I’ve always been so moved
By the tempo and sounds that groove
Our invisible friends just a wavelength away
Are such comfort to our ears so gay
As we live out our lives day after day
Within stillness, there’s movement inside
Hearing there’s a world outside
Helps us carry on & that’s what’s hidden inside
So even as we’re caught up in ourselves
It helps to know we’re not alone
Insecurity remains, but our hearts are not stone

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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