we’re all hanging like sheets on the washing line
in a dust storm called life
but we can be clean again
if we just let ourselves in
we’re all stones on the dry land covered with dust
but it can rain again
we must just let it in

changes come and changes go
we have the choice to be a change in this world
take your troubles and fears and let it go
even if you are a dark soul you can shine darkly
like a fluorescent globe

let it in
joy is not a symptom it is a choice
let it in
stand on the soap box and let out your voice

be the change you hope in the world
even if it is just a phrase in a stupid poem
the opportunity is yours
jut let it in to let go

let it in

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson