were our yesterdays
really the best of days
we were younger
full of enthusiasm
but little experience
even less knowledge
and virtually  no wisdom

were they really
the best of our
days....

the wind is fickle
where will the snow fall
if to our advantage
just a trace
if not then
we become buried

life is no
different

sleep
evades
me

mind

in
chaos

no
solution
yet

until
fatigue
overwhelms

when i
awake
what then

life do we know it
we're in it, really
but do we ever
truly understand it

i think not
the whirlwind
that is to me
confusing

do i rebel
i think not
i embrace
it

tell me
what i can't do
what i shouldn't do
i may listen
i may comply

i respect
the opinion
of elders
teachers
parents

but tell me
what i should do
what i should think
what i should believe
"Houston we have a problem here"

i reserve
the right
to make
my own
choices

[credit for the quote to the Apollo 13 crew]

ideas
thoughts
swirl
in the maelstrom
that could be called
my mind

some to
collide
with others
and explode
falling into
a black hole

yet others
thru a process
that could be called
crasis
survive
and grow

yesterdays
too many to
remember

tomorrows
how many
none sure

today
ah today
enough said

strife
is life possible

without it
i'd say no

but how
do we react

do we run
from it

or do we
embrace it

which
possiblity

produces
growth

i am
a simple man
at least
to me

yet but to
many
i am
an enigma

my fault
or simply
their
problem

life is
what you make
of it

really
not sure
too simple

what about
genetics
or nurture

it is what
we make of it
but within

set limits
we can expand
our boundaries

but we can't
escape our
our roots