The inner life of an old man
You have no concept of my thoughts...
He fits in everywhere, yet he fits in nowhere,
And he roams between ephemeral territories...
Not looking for it
but something was found once lost...
why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...
In nine short months I hope to enter
the eighth decade of my life, with...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
You will find me
between the covers...
A despondent cry blares from my eyes,
pleading "Help me...
A puzzle of emotions
scattered all over...
A nudge of energy-
so profound...
You came here without a path
your role is to forge one...
Water-coloured tears drip-
rolling and weaving through crimson twilled...