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

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

the light fades
twilight approaches
but is evening that bad

there is still
time
to midnight

but life is
cyclic
isn't it

but dawn will
come
wouldn't it

the sky was
slate grey
rain was light
but
persistent
the skies were
dark
long before
night fell
long before
the sun set
that was today
literally

but we all
have had
days like that
metaphorically
figuratively
those days
when  all is
grey
when the light
fails
when the sun sets
on our
souls

but both
literally
metaphorically
figuratively
we know
that a better
day
is coming
life is cyclic
the calm
which must
and usually does
follow the  storm