In Tune Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

Spiritually in-tune
With life as the fitting room
Making sure this instance is met
With the dearest of my sentiments

It is as if my shadow looms
Waiting to meet me soon
But I haven’t been able to let go
The things that seldom show

Faceless oft be my common attire
As another imbecile feeding desire
Once conscious I can heal these thoughts
And rid myself of the things I am not

Hence forth I became
Someone who had nothing to blame
Once I did let go and viewed the new moon
It was then, and now; I am in tune