Pensive
You sit there
Absorbed in your newspapers, books and well-thought out opinions
You sigh and offer up commentary now and then
How the world would be better if it were this way and not that
And if people believed in your way and not that way
A storm is raging in your head and a tornado in your words
A hurricane in your pensive eyes bellow your thick, dark brows
You sit there
In a pensive state about the world
And I sit here
In a pensive state about my world.
Mirella Elizabeth 