the time has come
the date i really
at my age
could care less
about

but tomorrow
the scorekeeper
who ever that is
will put another mark
in his ledger

68 times at this point
everyone seems
to remember
everyone seems to care
except me

exhaustion
not always a
bad thing

sometimes
only exhaustion
leads to inspiration

sometimes
only exhaustion
leads to clarity

but most times
exhaustion leads
only to sleep...

deep sleep
and sometimes
that leads to ........Selah

when stress invades
when boredom overcomes
i have one defense
shut the shades
turn off the lights
lay down on my bed
to rest if sleep comes
fine, but if not
so much the better

i love waking dreams
to let my mind run wild
to fantasize about
places, about things i'll
never know
never see
never experience
that never have
or never will exist

but when my insane
revelry comes to it's
logical conclusions
or rather it's illogical end
things seem better
while some remain
some inspire
some sink into the
abyss from whence they came

when and where
i found myself
in childhood
and
ever since

do i try to
fit in but
it's like fitting
a square peg in a
round hole

do i fit in
there are valid
reasons
social concerns
social pressures

but i must
reject all
to be me
if i fit in
i lose me

some say
art imitates
life
i find that
way too
simplistic

art regardless
whether painting,
music or dance..
does not imitates
life, but reveals
it